Knitted in with
The greats
Be-
Fore
Me.
I can see Pablo Neruda
Creating amor from visuals. I can
Picture the bright star
Born from John Keats.
I can sense Oscar Wilde's wild smile.
I can listen to George Herbert pleading
To
God.
I can touch la Vita Nuova, of Dante-
Master of the
Divine comedy,
I'd shake the hands
Of these poets trees,
I'd ask can you give me advice
On
How to
Write?
Pretty please?