One night a poem came up to a poet
From now on, it said, you must wear a mask.
What kind of mask? asked the poet.
A rose mask, said the poem.
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no matter what kind of mask it was, the person didn't want to wear it until he got so frustrated with trying on mask, and then finally he tried on the perfect mask.
This version of Brian Patten's poem differs from the original in multiple ways. This significantly changes the sense and meaning of it. Very poor copy
This strange poem sounds more like a myth; yet it tugs at me until I look in the mirror to find which mask I am reading. I chose this because the name attracted my attention. I wrote about masks in my poem, 'The Widow.' And I do believe we all have different masks, depending on who we see. Thanks for this interesting piece. Raynette
The main idea of the story is that this poet trying to find new ideas for himself and is fustraighted i think this because it states that he crshed the papper up and shoulved it in his own face