As Pope would say,

how broad art how narrow wit,

my own wit is lifeless,

for my own dance is neither

winner nor engraver

lest a tree find some permanent mark.

But metrical thought I understand

and look to it like

a rising star (to barrow another).

As I read,

I’m move to voice in lower tones

and without rain.

That my daughter would

scan the lines and lest

a smile would cover her.

 

15 Oct 08

Dave Barber

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