Ten Poets and me.

So early it's almost dark out
Stop all the clocks, cut off the phones
Surely some revelation is at hand

He was my North, my South, my East and West
Pack up the moon and dismantle the stars
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods
Do not go gentle into that good night

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Or have your dreams been deferred away?
For thou eternal summer shall not fade

I shall be telling this with a sigh
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
and on the pedestal these words appear
"Here lies the deepest secret that nobody knows, I carry your heart in mine."

And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.
Nothing besides remains
It's you whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you


(Much thanks to Carver, Auden, Thomas, Shakespeare, Frost, Angelou, Hughes, Shelley, Yeats, and Cummings)