For Servio, a birthday poem by S. V. Agema
Words emerge on my heart’s scape the road from the mind to the hand is too far what appears on the sheets are remnants of a feast no orderings can render: Bald wonder of the roofed town Basking under a heavy literary crown I fall under the spell of all you do so well How … Continue reading For Servio, a birthday poem by S. V. Agema