My Art

December 5, 1972 at 10:26 pm (Featured Poems, Once, Poetry)

Poetry is not my art —
my poems are not to see.
Music, though it moves my heart,
will never come from me.

Sculpture is a skill I haven’t
and I’ll haven’t it always;
while painters paint things I don’t get
or even recognize for days.

And drama’s clearly not my art,
though I can play a fool.
Still, I feel I have my part

— my art is loving you!

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