The old poet <br />with his face full of lines, <br />with iambs jumping in his hair like fleas, <br />with all the revisions of his body <br />unsaying him, <br />walks to the podium. <br /> <br />He is about to tell us <br />how he came to this.<br /><br />Erica Jong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-reading/
