National Poetry Month: April 12th

The Dishonest Mailmen by Robert Creeley

They are taking all my letters, and they
put them into a fire.
                             I see the flames, etc.
But do not care, etc.
They burn everything I have, or what little
I have.  I don’t care, etc.
The poem supreme, addressed to
emptiness — this is the courage
necessary.  This is something
quite different.

This poem was selected by Russell J. (Reader’s Services)

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