The black sheep of poetryA Poem by andrew mitchell
If I think Shakespearen
then maybe the poetry I write and or my inner most feelings on the matter are not my own as previously thought but given to me by society through the language I follow. I'm just a stray sheep following my verse I did not invent where Shakespeare was my shepherd. Now in my breakaway no longer do I follow that path I create. © 2022 andrew mitchell |
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Added on October 14, 2022 Last Updated on October 14, 2022 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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