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
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.
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