Still Lost
Though great were Joyce’s writings,
—his preference was to sing
Irish ballads and Welsh folk songs,
his raucous nights to bring
With transience his dearest Muse,
words speaking for themselves
His truth to roar from greater depths,
—still lost within himself
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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