02-13-2012, 12:30 AM
Guilty party
Here I lay. Or lie, or lie. Give me the truth I am due to?
Out damned erotene, why are you there, or their or they're; but you, two,
have made the miskate of laying the blame
not on the writer who wrote me:
but lay it on me for I am the poem!
I am the words and I am the rhyme,
I am the rhythm,the metre, the form:
I am the verse of my own self born;
If I am in error the error is mine;
Blame not the poet.
Sublime
tectakHere I lay. Or lie, or lie. Give me the truth I am due to?
Out damned erotene, why are you there, or their or they're; but you, two,
have made the miskate of laying the blame
not on the writer who wrote me:
but lay it on me for I am the poem!
I am the words and I am the rhyme,
I am the rhythm,the metre, the form:
I am the verse of my own self born;
If I am in error the error is mine;
Blame not the poet.
Sublime
2012