"surs" poems
whose name this is
i think i know
his house is in the village though
he will not see me stopping here
to watch the namesets grow and grow
my middle name must think it queer
to be not with a masculinity here
between the first and surs of names
the only separation; tier
people give their warning bells a shake
to ask is there is some mistake
if the only sound their mouths can make
is a thin wisp of shiver and quake
names are lovely, lively and deep
and some may cause some others to weep
with many tiers of generations past
we're at the modern, here at last
adaptation of Robert Frost's infamous "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
Apr 11, 2011
Apr 11, 2011 at 6:49 PM UTC