The Courtesies We Bend Them Poem by james watkin

The Courtesies We Bend Them



The courtesies we bend them
The pieties prostrate.
What Mary, rosebud slippered
Is happy to dictate.

What any revelation of
Beauty is amused by!
Down where in the bee, sceptic
Spring's zealot draws nigh.

Saturday, November 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: respect
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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