A Concentrated Effort
Beatrice commended me on my efforts
and my terrible steed,
cause she'd seen a man twice the likes of me.
He had walked heaven and hell-
down to icy depths
and up.
But still she thinks him
half of me
because his chest he kept shut.
-Matthew Koutzun
2 comments:
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due to your infrequent posts, (i know, i do it to), i keep coming back and reading this poem. and each time, i love it more. this is one of my absolute favorites of yours. it's so subtle.
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