What Is Poetry?, di Adrian Mitchell | poesie, saggi e racconti nel Poeticous

Adrian Mitchell

Adrian Mitchell

What Is Poetry?

Look at those naked words dancing together!

Everyone’s very embarrassed.

Only one thing to do about it

Off with your clothes

And join in the dance.

Naked words and people dancing together.

There’s going to be trouble.

Here come the Poetry Police!

Keep dancing.

#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury

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