TS Eliot Moth

for Modern Poetry Fa02

“Can you imagine
if T.S. Eliot were
to enter the room, right now.”

Beckoning the call,
almost unnoticed, insignificant
dusty silent wings fluttering
in the mid-afternoon,
the karmic incarnate
sailed into the classroom.

We were unmoved
to the unannounced visitor
to the discussion, somehow
always retrospective to certain
expatriate literary geniuses.

How for fifty years (maybe more)
the accomplished poetic deities
lorded over form and words,
commanding
make it new!
let no words not add!

Forgotten now are radio speeches,
recantations, fascist salutes–

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