“A Confession” Ted (聯英3)


“A Confession”  Ted (聯英3)

Oft it pains me you tell, That for a
year your teardrops fell, For true
beauty reads age not youth, Those
soothing lines that sayth sooth.

Beauty is truth and truth is rare, Daring
the spring to write that fair, And
though from dust we dust become, The
truth weld that solstice undone.

The poet is none but a quill for once, The ink
unspilled is the blood that runs, Through
quivering fingers the divine is formed, That
formless truth read is by divine adorned.

So let loose your hair,
And that truth it bare,
For time I wait, But
time makes haste
“A Confession” Ted (聯英3) “A Confession” Ted (聯英3) Reviewed by 卓姿 on 3月 25, 2019 Rating: 5