David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,578 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Yorick - Poem by David McLansky

Do I only shine when I praise
In liquid lines on cloudy days;
Am I jester playing court
Frantic, antic in retort.
Or am I he that draws a smile
From your turret seen a mile
Astride a donkey's canting run;
The secret lover in the sun.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 1, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 6, 2014

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