Lawrence
Hall
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Enter Orlando – or you - with a Paper
…these trees shall be my
books
And in their barks my thoughts I’ll
character
-Orlando, As
You Like It, III.ii.5-6
To
write a poem and send it to the world
Is not
unlike leaving it in a tree
For
Rosalind, your Rosalind, to find
(Even
at the risk of being scorned as an acorn)
Putting
it out there can be dangerous
Art cannot
be art unless it is shared
And Rosalind,
your Rosalind, might not like it
(And
then there’s that thing about a fallen acorn)
Oh, take
the risk: for Rosalind, your Rosalind
Probably won’t conclude that you’re an
acorn
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