As one who believes
in the poetics of the big tent,
I say we make this an annual event
in the season of changing leaves.
And this year, as you turn seventy-seven,
whom do I see
in heaven
but Igor Stravinsky
speaking for all
In celebrating, as a rite of fall,
your birthday, Mr. Pinsky.
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Thank you, O marvelously inventive poet!
I appreciate the wit, the rhymes, the presence of I.S. AND the free (one fewer) year!
Fond regards,
(Mr.) RP
Posted by: [email protected] | October 20, 2018 at 05:35 PM
It's your marvellous poem. I like it. Keep writing. Cultivate your talent. I also write poems. I also have a blog, name is Aria Vibes. Please check it out. I hope you will like it.
Posted by: Praddyumn Kulshreshtha | October 21, 2018 at 06:55 PM