Poets

Ireland's James Joyce was a wizard with words, inventing, inverting, morphemes nouns and verbs, hiding perversion, *********** too, under a language that only he knew. Our own times Bob Dylan's a master of rhyme, who expressed all our hopes, and the angst of our time, deprecating a war that left innocent dead, with melodious lyrics that sprang whole from his head. John Lennon earns mention for the prolific ease with which he composed songs of love and of peace. He left us a martyr lying bleeding and dead on the cold New York street where he was shot in the head The true value of poets is not easy to measure the three here extolled have bequeathed us their treasure. New York City