I like to let the word fly about
Not tied down to its meanings
Like a dog on a leash
And be walked on the beach.
But let it prance around, flip and turn
And perch on the tiniest branch
Of suspense and dream
In the balmy glow of a rainbow
Like a crazy cormorant
Caring not a fig for gravity.
I like to let the word
Make mouths of mockery
At those who take it to mean
Like sea and sea weed moth-green
I like to clutch them and scooping
Fling handfuls into the sky
And watch them rain
Poetry.
End of the poem
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- A Man Young And Old: III. The Mermaid by William Butler Yeats
- The Ghost by Sara Teasdale
- Sun and Fun poem – John Betjeman poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Фаэтон
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- Владимир Костров – Полон взгляд тихой боли и страха
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