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For T.S. Eliot

written by: Thomas Park

@mystified131

 

Born in the same city
Saint Louis, far from England

Trained similarly
Though not as extensively

You were a poet in my curriculum
"The Wasteland", the song of "Prufrock"

As my wife and I walked by
The bronze bust
of T.S. Eliot
In front
Of the bookstore

A sweet sadness swelled
The poet, born with double hernia
Awkward, big-eared, sensitive
Viv left him for the philosopher
Who had bolder gaze
And broader appeal

A poem, then, for what should have been
For the world's most studied poet
If not most admired

These lines might not be admired
Why not then live a life, enjoyed
Love, happiness, intimacy

The drowned sailer
Cannot be revived
Whispers only survive

Acknowledge the reef where the waves pulled him in
Walk by, head on
Acknowledge, never be
Him

Thomas Park

Thomas Park

Thomas Park is a multi-disciplinary artist living with his wife and 2 cats in Saint Louis, Missouri.
A big poetic inspiration is Philip Levine with his works that pay tribute to hard-working people. Thomas would like to follow in Mr. Levine's footsteps.
Thomas Park

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