
The elbow room in ivied halls of bard rapture
Has the vastness of atomic space.
Let ring lute! — Recorder, mandolin and dulcimer.
Let move your lips with mine while reading silently.
Let BE our noise! Be louder than it sounds!
A sub-segment of an elite reads literature; a subset of the sub-segment reads poetry. It’s a fit state of affairs for proud stragglers, fringe element, crowd-shy obsessives — the ones who weather linear monsoons, whom verse can bother.
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