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IN PRAISE OF POETS
IN PRAISE OF POETS
Our house is roofed with shingles of words;
The doors lead inwards to our inscapes. Our
House is mortgaged by debts in arrears.
Our mortgage has so many forms of payment;
There is only one peace and so many sorrows.
Shadows come to our doors seeking refuge.
It’s actually too late for us, my friends. We’ll
Have to pay for years.-yes!-and the interest and
Penalty fees are great. It will require all we got.
But, we pay the price. We see and understand that
The shadows at our door bring gifts. We are rich
By the countless numbers of shadows seeking light.
Like Diogenes, we hold out a lamp, whereby our
Words assuages the pain of life and adds meaning
Where there is none; for this we practice our craft.
Hundreds of scholars are at work in basement over
Parchments; they make good students of Aristotle and
The ancients; without them or poets war would never stop
