How blessed is the man...
How blessed is the man who yields word-weapons… Weapons so sharp So accurately calibrated Such instruments of precision And deep destruction That they can be used In abundance And in silence. How blessed is the poet Who can fire his word missiles While, with assonance and lovely rhyme, Describe the beauty of their movement Through the nebulous fog of my mind. Oh how blessed is he (or she) to wield such power such mighty alchemy that the mixing of three or four letters could bring about such pain... Sign in to see full entry.