Here these unfinish'd poems for you accumulate <br />Here those words once unutterable find breath, live as you or I <br />Fear exists not here, nor anger, embarrassment, envy or pain <br />Tragedy, assuredly, but only in the name of love and beauty <br /> <br />I've made these mistakes at least a thousand times <br />Ceaselessly circled, circled, circled, noticed, and circled still <br />Ne'er looking left, ne'er looking right <br />Obediently following the hands of the clock, the snap of demanding fingers <br />Which mistakes still penetrate you, I wonder <br /> <br />Henceforth, I propose a new mistake <br />One which will not leave my poems unfinish'd <br />A mistake which shall my poems finish <br /> <br />Those words once unutterable have escaped <br />There was no blood, only misinterpretation<br /><br />Tim Cronin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-woman-4/
