Never Too Late…

Yesterday was World Poetry Day Truthfully every day is a poetry day for me, but I did miss doing this.  Hey, National Poetry Month is coming; I’m good! Today’s post—belated “shelter.”

It is difficult
to get the news from poems
                        yet men die miserably every day
                                                for lack
of what is found there.”

—William Carlos Williams






3 thoughts on “Never Too Late…”

    1. There’s a connection to Blake for you, too: Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
      In the forests of the night;
      What immortal hand or eye,
      Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

  1. I like your synopsis of the story hitting the salient points and pulling the reader into the story. The line in the poem, “The beach hisses like fat…” really strikes up an intriguing image for me.

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