Upright to Some End

All these, these Romeos on bended knees
Before their Juliets, who sift the risks of
Saying no, and all these poets, mad with
Music, stuck in their anthologies, unread,
As music's outre now, are equals of the
One who also begged, and found himself
Refused, and wrote a lot, but wasn't read.
A book, two books, are being closed. A
Knee is rubbed. The poet rises. Juliet has
Made her choice, as has the public. In the
Silence, music blooms, and Romeo, against
All odds, insists that he will sing.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-03-29 at 11:33

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