Sheila,
Sheila,
That strong turn with line 17 finally convinced me to look at your 28 line poem as a double Italian sonnet.
Barry
2On Tue, 18 Feb 2014 20:50:23 -0700, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>Something like birth
>order, although not
>quite. Something you
>do not control,
>
>something recognized outside
>yourself: either you
>qualify or are dis-
>qualified.
>
>You don't have to
>do something, do
>anything. It won't change.
>You will have read the signals,
>
>interpreted each,
>and played through
>hoops and other obstacles,
>as though they count.
>
>You will be wrong.
>Years later, you will meet
>your arbiter, who will recite
>examples of who (else)
>
>has failed, and on that list
>will be some facet of yourself,
>that simply flunked
>the test you did not make,
>
>the test you did not take,
>that same test that continues
>through eternity, the difference
>between real and fake.
>
>Sheila E. Murphy
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