The Novice Poet

Here comes the novice poet. With [ Edna St. Vincent Millay and Elizabeth Barret Browning ] He will remember what they say, and then will always Know it. [ “ I will permit my memory to recall “ ][ “ How do I love Thee “] I do believe, from here to death; You’ll never see me Frowning. In step the “ BRONTE “ sisters; Charlotte, Emily, and Anne. Come back from their Imaginary Land. Speaking English; Not the language that they shared. [“ To attack the first is not to assail the last “ ] As if they cared. I see [ Alfred Lord Tennyson ] will he sign my copy of “ The Poet “ Over there is [ Edgar Allen Poe ] and his Raven “Nevermore” Exhilaration ends: I wake up, no one will ever know it. I spent the night, a LOVEFILLED night: With many a Great POET. Now that I’ve comeback from time, I have no words I have no Rhyme. The paper, not a drop of ink. It looks at me with a BLANK STARE. But now I do Bethink, that I should write something THERE. I just can’t write and think.