Frank Cavano – “Pump House”

If poetry be the nectar of the soul then
bees must flee this desiccated flower.
If Heaven be father to creative burst then
this child orphaned is by Nether’s stillness.

Oh, but if, with Rilke, one should write only
when he must, let him wait patiently for the
blight that comes unbidden whose signature is
pain but whose gift is words pumped from an
over-flowing heart.

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