Late for Poetry Friday!!!

How did I forget it was Poetry Friday? I did!

Here, today, a poem about literacy.  Well, kinda…


By William Meredith

Touching your goodness, I am like a man
Who turns a letter over in his hand
And you might think that this was because the hand
Was unfamiliar but, truth is, the man
Has never had a letter from anyone;
And now he is both afraid of what it means
And ashamed because he has no other means
To find out what it says than to ask someone.

His uncle could have left the farm to him,
Or his parents died before he sent them word,
Or the dark girl changed and want him for beloved.
Afraid and letter-proud, he keeps it with him.
What would you call his feeling for the words
that keep him rich and orphaned and beloved?

2 Responses to “Late for Poetry Friday!!!”

  1. Ruth Says:

    I’ve never read this one before, and I love it!

  2. Jennie Says:

    Thank you for sharing that! I really like it.

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