“My minds not right, ” either
Mr. Lowell
But not so bad as yours
I write poetry too.
Though not so good as you,
Robert.
That is my problem
Stuck between madness and genius
In comfortable anonymous mediocrity.
May I call you Bob?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the feel of this poem, as I am a bit of a Lowell fan; and that last line is dynamite!