Dead Authors by Blazhia Parker Posted on June 17, 2012August 9, 2018 by Every Writer by Blazhia Parker I wish we could talk All I’m left with is mystery and interpretation What if I’ve gotten it all wrong? Maybe I’ve mutilated Or overly debated By defending your words, Words that I’ve never actually heard uttered from your mouth Related Posts:A PORTRAIT by Nathaniel Parker WillisOn the border line by Inas EssaCHRISTMAS BELLS by Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWORDS FOR AN OLD AIR by Sara TeasdaleHungry Words by Aleisha GoodmanThe Homeless Man by Kirstin MaguireTo A Poet A Thousand Years HenceTo a Poet a Thousand Years Hence--James Elroy Flecker Category: Death Poems, Poems about Poetry
