David McLansky

Freshman - 826 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

To An Internet Poetess - Poem by David McLansky

Of me, dear lady, have no fear;
I do not seek to tip-toe near;
I only wish to sport with words;
My thrusts are only in my verbs;

I seek you walk with Jesus Christ,
You seek his counsel and advice;
And though you speak with Sappho’s voice
There’s strength and wisdom in your choice;

The pity is the loss to Art
That you choose not the lover’s part;
Your guiltless sin commits this crime: :
Depriving Art of lovely rhymes.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013


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