Lawrence Hall, HSG
Stammering Before
an Audience of One
Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 23
As imperfect poets upon the page
We scribble limping iambs and push them to go
To an impatient audience waiting downstage
For well-spoken truth in a metric flow
A poem, a play - each is a rite of love
Humbly offered like an awkward child’s bouquet
Go on, then, give the rhymes a little shove
Even though your feet, your tongue, your hopes – all are clay
And if gratitude and admiration are in her eyes
She has granted you the worthiest prize!
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