When I Read Poem by Francie Lynch
When I Read
Words won't die,
But worders do;
The turned phrase stays
Young as you.
Where do these pangs go?
Dying elephants don't know.
Old Hollywood shows,
Brigadoon and El Dorado.
At the bottom of a pot of gold,
Beneath double rainbows.
I read Chaucer
When he was young,
And Emily too,
And Rev. John Donne.
'Batter my heart...'
It still feeds
My heart
When I read.
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8/28/2026 5:39:16 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Love your poem. Especially the first stanza!