I like Poets from the West

I like poets from the West

And a few from England best.

 

It must be so, on dusky plains

And in cafes for watching rain

That men become the warmer ghosts

Who ponder life we live the most

 

Rickety porch and rocking chair moan,

Slick aloneness of the cobblestone

Do set the mind to working out

Reviving wiser lurking doubt

 

Or, if judging from the passerines

Donned by both these writing scenes,

It was the will of mockingbirds

That Kees and Keats should find their words

 

In the booyah and the shire stew?

But oh, how I love Rilke too

I guess it’s not the bird nor chair

There’s war and women everywhere

Reviews

[Tabby_Renae93]

This is gorgeous, and I admire anyone who can rhyme so well. Wonderful work!

[Consuela Burke]

That is so incredibly kind, thank you.