John Stetson Poet Rhyme

Forsooth

If deathless prose there be, forsooth
In poetry lives on more truth
Through life in soul which outlasts all
Whose breath is life, and death is small
As stone will claim what bones remain
And all ends in public domain

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Angela Terry February 15, 2026 at 11:59 PM This is the first time that I've seen poetry personified in a poem. I agree that our poetry lives on long after we've passed away. Excellent work. John Stetson February 16, 2026 at 5:22 AM Thank you, Angela. I was thinking about how access to the greatest creations i.e. Shakespeare benefit from and are emblematic of their ownership by the world and not individuals.