billy@calico.UUCP (Billy Green) (10/06/86)
SONNET #1 --------- "All my best thoughts were stolen by the ancients." --Ralph Waldo Emerson When I had fears that I might cease to be, I often sat alone and read for hours. I asked myself, "To be, or not to be," As I sat amongst Coleridge's flowers. I opened up the book. I saw the line, "When I have fears that I may cease to be," And thought again. I thought that thought was mine, Yet here it stood in print in front of me. New thoughts seemed scarce--not only out of reach, But out of the question. I stopped and thought again. I thought of Prufrock pondering his peach. Then I looked back upon the words of men And met a traveller from an antique land who said, "The poetry of earth is never dead." (With apologies to Keats, Coleridge, Shakespeare, Eliot, Shelley, and to Keats again.) Billy Green {seismo, decvax, philabs, akgua}!mcnc!calico!billy "Lord, it's just like living in a pome, (sic) I like calling North Carolina home."