The Poets

November 26, 2014

An Untitled Fragment

Am I, while writing poetry,
Some foreign soul, a diff'rent mind?
When I resign the poet's pen...

Do I another person find?
What squalid speech invades my tongue
When all my lovely Muses part!
What morbid use of words and thought
When I have not the poet's heart ...
But when I scale her sacred heights,
Those summits where I former dwelt,
I feel like I am born again,
And moved by Muses Homer felt.
Of the Poem
This is a segment of a larger poem I was working on a while ago, I found it tucked away and almost forgotten. I still plan on completing the larger work, but for now I thought I'd post this portion- a portion that may very well change as I complete the rest of the poem.
Anyhow, I hope you like it.

November 17, 2014

Look in Thy Heart

"Foole," said my Muse to me, "Looke in thy heart and write."
Sir Philip Sidney, Astrophel and Stella

As of April 9th, 2010