Tuesday, February 06, 2018
To a Young Poet––poem by Dorothy
To a Young Poet
She is indeed young
and beautiful
and gifted.
She has won prizes
and travels widely
to share her
productions
with grateful audiences.
Her eyes gleam with the
look
of someone
who knows where
she has been,
where she is
going and why.
Her poems are filled
with sharp insights
and nuanced texture,
she does what
artists have long
been instructed to do:
look on the world
in its fullness
with an unflinching gaze,
include that which is
random or else sought after,
you are the seer,
the teller of truth.
She is concerned
that she will soon
be forty,
though she is already
well established
in the world.
Obviously
she was born
with the gift of saying,
words filling her mouth
even as she drew
her mother's milk.
She carries her burden of fame
lightly, as if it were a blessing
or a boon.
I observe and marvel
in amazement and awe,
silence descending over me
like a cloak of rain.
Dorothy Walters
February 6, 2018
