Outside the Realm of Words
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
“Words after all,” he said, “are only words ;
And I have heard so many in these few days
That half my wits are sick.”
Lancelot ~ Edwin Arlington Robinson, Lancelot, p.164
As Lancelot once said, “Words, after all,
Are only words.” He then went on to say,
“And I have heard so many” they appall
Me. They become like lies. Day after day
They pile up. Truth is quite beyond their grasp.
He thinks of Guenevere and does not know
About the stake and faggots as they gasp
To punish her for love. Words, more like dough
For priests and lawyers who can mould mere words,
Shift into worse than words. They shift to tricks.
They shift to spiritual and legal turds
Or dooms from Inquisition Catholics.
Give up on words. Think only Guenevere
And what your love can commandeer.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2024 | LA, SI |