Darling shoes, beloved feet, ten toes to walk me toward my true love,
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sometimes confused with love which starts with L, but could easily be I,
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Their tap taptap on the airport runway tells me the story of a lovely, lonely woman flying after love— that old, old story in a new pair of shoes.
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The poet must abolish I, said Keats;
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Alphabet Poem: To the Letter I
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have no identity, be as water flowing around a rock— a voice for all the unsaid waves within, antenna of the deep.
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people dig through tattered anthologies to find the fitting words.
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“Poetry is the honey of all flowers; the quintessence of all sciences…the marrow of wit…the very phrase of angels,” said Thomas Nashe, Shakespeare’s contemporary, in 1592. And so it still remains.