The Dungeon Beneath the University

Should they find me running loose, the guardians
Of taste are apt to put me with the lunatics,
The cranks and autodidacts, Pinkham Ryder,
Whitman, Charles Ives. They'll cringe when
Someone mentions me, as they do when they're
Faced with Poe, and, when it's dark, they'll
Steal from me to vivify their sterile art,
While saying, in the daylight, I'm the sort
Who should be shunned.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-12-28 at 14:09

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