These are poems I have written for other poets, after other poets, about other poets, and about poets and poetry in general.
Gallant Knight
by Michael R. Burch
for Alfred Dorn
Till you rest with your beautiful Anita,
rouse yourself, Poet; rouse and write.
The world is not ready for your departure,
Gallant Knight.
Teach us to sing in the ringing cathedrals
of your Verse, as you outduel the Night.
Give us new eyes to see Love’s bright Vision
robed in Light.
These are poems I have written for other poets, after other poets, about other poets, and about poets and poetry in general.
Gallant Knight
by Michael R. Burch
for Alfred Dorn
Till you rest with your beautiful Anita,
rouse yourself, Poet; rouse and write.
The world is not ready for your departure,
Gallant Knight.
Teach us to sing in the ringing cathedrals
of your Verse, as you outduel the Night.
Give us new eyes to see Love’s bright Vision
robed in Light.
These are poems I have written for other poets, after other poets, about other poets, and about poets and poetry in general.
Gallant Knight
by Michael R. Burch
for Alfred Dorn
Till you rest with your beautiful Anita,
rouse yourself, Poet; rouse and write.
The world is not ready for your departure,
Gallant Knight.
Teach us to sing in the ringing cathedrals
of your Verse, as you outduel the Night.
Give us new eyes to see Love’s bright Vision
robed in Light.
These are poems I have written for other poets, after other poets, about other poets, and about poets and poetry in general.
Gallant Knight
by Michael R. Burch
for Alfred Dorn
Till you rest with your beautiful Anita,
rouse yourself, Poet; rouse and write.
The world is not ready for your departure,
Gallant Knight.
Teach us to sing in the ringing cathedrals
of your Verse, as you outduel the Night.
Give us new eyes to see Love’s bright Vision
robed in Light.
These are poems I have written for other poets, after other poets, about other poets, and about poets and poetry in general.
What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch
What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~~underwater~~~~
watching the shoreline blur
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles ...
Both worlds grow obscure.
In Praise of Meter
by Michael R. Burch