Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Sleeping with T.S. Eliot
Excerpt from a new poem:
Go sleep with Eliot
He could use your company
for soon the world would end
not with a whimper
but with the tick of an ink pen.
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