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The inimitable Grant Snider strikes again, with the day jobs of famous poets – including Jack Kerouac (railroad worker), Charles Bukowski (mailman), Emily Dickinson (cat-keeper), and T. S. Eliot (bank clerk.)

(via theasphodelmeadows)

He stands alone in gray-fold veil,
With eyes of light, cold and pale.
Under cloak, there shadow lies,
Save for the shining pale-lit eyes.

He sees the world, bright and green.
The sun in sky and star-lit sheen.
‘cross the grass, and o’er hill.
He wanders freely as he will.

Creative Artifact - Journey of the PoeT

I can only say that this was done nearly ten years ago, after walking to work in the morning, after a snow storm.

I wanted to include the link to the final version, but my tablet is being a arse about it. So here it is, will make it less messy when I have proper Internet again: http://journeyofthepoet.tumblr.com/post/11309495391/i-am-the-poet-and-this-is-my-journey

Under the arch in wooded land,
There saw I a tree nymph stand.

Tall and proud she stood.
With golden leaves in her lengthy hair.
Poised with grace, and aura fair.
As mother of the ageless wood.

With solemn eyes she beckoned me,
“Come hither, child of man, and see.”

Deep into the forest we wandered far.
Through thickets dense and wild.
Cross pine lands soft and mild.
Till night where stopped under shinning star.

“Tell me, child of man, what have you seen?”
Came softly voice under starlight sheen.

“Life.” Said I, “Of endless kind.”
“Birds and bears, mice and deer.”
“Trees and flowers far and near.”
“All that thrives was there to find.”

A moment she stood with piercing eyes.
As searching my soul for clever lies.

But as dawn broke with glittering light.
She smiled, turned and began to fade.
As dimming shadows turned to shade.
And voice was heard as she slipped from sight:

“Treasure the joy of growing things.”
“‘tis the deepest love that nature brings.”

(Source: bimbiravindra, via faithfxl)