EndnoteThe great victory of a poet arrives not with the muse on a galloping steed of flamed feet. Not in preserving beauty or painting the freckled face of truth. Not in unearthing a reticent wisdom, hallowing one, perfect moment or printing a final word onto the honor-touch of a man's life. No monument is erected for the endless typewriter strikes or strokes of pens by the page king. Ends of wars do not wear her name. Nor does she succeed by sewing a tongue into the face of a young nation. The poet's triumph waltzes gracefully when revealing to an ex-lover how all of the good words were inspired by another. ... This poem was originally published by Shoots and Vines part of a 10 poem feature of Colin's work. It has since also been included in The Mattress Parlor (Scribble Fire Press, 2011), Colin's first full-length poetry manuscript. |
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