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The Dark Poet (Free verse) by Dovina
Haunted by the road not taken,
compassioned for roots of fluttering trees
and the restlessness of both,
observer of happy peril in a runaway colt,
finder of gloom in âeasy wind and downy flake,â
dramatizer of a hired manâs death,
of five hundred dollars for a pair of lost feet.
Through poems, if not his life,
love is agony,
lifeâs a trial,
expectation bows to reality,
bitter binds to every sweet.
Despair wed to fortitude,
endless bearing up â-
for gifts like these they call him dark.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.8
Weighted score: 5.2145653
Overall Rank: 4359
Posted: August 26, 2007 8:11 PM PDT; Last modified: August 26, 2007 8:11 PM PDT
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