Let’s wrap TS Eliot in fog,
hear William Shakespeare speak out from the Globe,
focus on Wordsworth yomping the fells,
appreciate Dickinson’s bonnet.
Set Blake in a jungle, Rosetti a market,
put Yates in a tower, Frost in a field
Keats in a bedroom, give Byron a bottle,
and Rumi, yes Rumi, ah Rumi!
Rumi in the sky - with diamonds.
I like it (I'm a sucker for literary accretions) -- Yeats (eye-rhyme with Keats ;)
ReplyDeletethis made me smile, specially the ending
ReplyDeleteclever...very much so.
ReplyDeleteTo each (poet here) his own (backdrop). And Rumi gets the best stage. ;) Cheers.
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