A New Metre: Poetry Archive

“I had many things to write, but I will not with ink and pen write unto thee . . .” —III John 1:13

And Yet

[To an Artist]

So few are Artists, really.
Many write just-so
(“pricksong”)
(like I say they should),
and yet
they say nothing).

You flout the creed I shout
(An Artist I consider myself:
I speak.);
and yet
I must admit
you speak,
and they do not.

Though Craftsmen may decide
to follow artists’ lines
(my lines),
Art is there or not;
and yet,
seeming lineless, you speak
(my language).

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