Epitaph For a Living Poet: Wpn
EPITAPH for a living poet: WPN
(upon reading a bookish interview of his on his poetry)
He had talent and a voice
And vocation not by choice
Now his words lie all alone
Living, none left them still lone
His words came from all around
Voices from merry-go-round
He read Masters many bold
All drowned his message untold
He espoused a language
Not his own to assuage
A chasm sans tradition
His land of re-edition
He had willed the borrowed tongue
Adorned he in ways unsung
He refused not the honours
Re-making words for others
Would he now contented be
First poet of his country
Nay, re-invent poesy
For all mute poets at sea!
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
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