The net has united what civil commerce could not join - <br />Frost laboring twenty years for a two bill tip <br />No wonder there was a darkness to his soul, <br />For isolation was his true reward and punishment. <br /> <br />We who have come after have no excuse <br />For we too must write but have the grace <br />Of knowing of each others words and place <br />And in appreciation cheering on <br />The terrible isolation broken by the power of distant love. <br /> <br />How would Emily if she were with us now <br />Ever withstand the corruption of such adulation by her peers? <br />A safety - it seems - that only death or the greatest faith can guarantee.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-the-poets-sing-together/
