#poem · language

Babel

1Marlowe-Grafton
Portraits of the Bard of Avon.

Today, I envision a poem written

In a language I cannot speak

Or understand, so it may be just

So much nonsense, so much sound

Signifying little or less than the

Bard envisioned in a language he

Manipulated so grandly and eloquently

My poem is cacophony, rhythm and perhaps

Rhyme, but it is a language I cannot speak

It is a poem both glorious and misconstrued.

Where do I begin speaking in tongues?

Who will repeat my words, memorize my

Message when this project ends with a

Simple finis? Will it just be the end?

 

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