More quotes by J. V. Cunningham
Poetry is what looks like poetry, what sounds like poetry. It is metrical composition.
This Humanist whom no beliefs constrained
Grew so broad-minded he was scatter-brained.
An old dissembler who lived out his lie
Lies here as if he did not fear to die.
Grief restrains grief as dams torrential rain
And time grows fertile with extended pain
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