Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
A poet burns some poems
A poet burns some poems
Here is the best of me, cast now away. How can the rest of me live yet a day? Here is the blood of me, drawn through my pen, Emotions that flood of me, thoughts about men. These were my sweetest songs, notes from my lyre; Gone now e'er very long. gone in the fire. | |