I’ve Two Fathers In Poetry

I fell in love with

poetry the

first time I read

Eliot’s poem,

“this is the way

the world ends, not

with a bang, but

a whimper”, and

then, when I read

“Lullaby” by

Auden, “Lay your

sleeping head, my

love, human on

my faithless arm,”

I was reborn

between those lines

as a poet.

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