My life has been the poem I would have writ
But I could not both live and utter it.
And so, I go. Perhaps you'll memorize this worthwhile couplet, then take it along with you as you seize this summer day.
p.s. I've been trolling the poems of Thoreau, Emerson, Robert Browning, and Louisa May Alcott while reading Eden's Outcasts, the Pulitzer-winning biography of LMA and her father, Bronson. Much to ponder therein, and I'll share in an upcoming review.
If you've a poem to share today, offer it up in the comments below or link to your blogpost.