And though poets I admire have published poems
Whose imperfections reflect our own decay,
I could never begin a poem; 'When I am dead'
In case it tempted Fate, and Fate gave way.
'When I am Dead' (1982)
And though poets I admire have published poems
Whose imperfections reflect our own decay,
I could never begin a poem; 'When I am dead'
In case it tempted Fate, and Fate gave way.
'When I am Dead' (1982)