How often I have read your words; <br />How well I understand. <br />I also hear what others say, <br />And how they do expound. <br /> <br />And then I hear you say, <br />As though I’m sitting by your side: <br />I’m only writing simple words, <br />So it’s better here to hide. <br /> <br />Sometimes I’m only wondering, <br />And so I put it down <br />To help my readers wonder <br />Until the truth is found. <br /> <br />For poets are asking questions <br />Of everything that’s been. <br />They wonder, then they look around, <br />Then write what they have seen. <br /> <br />Our wisdom is not greater <br />Then others who would know. <br />We are just inquisitive <br />And so it has to show. <br /> <br />But then the world looks on <br />And exaggerates our dreams, <br />And in our simple words they find <br />Their own tendency to extremes. <br /> <br />*Referring to Emily Dickenson's poem <br />This is My Letter to the World<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-answer-to-her-letter/
