I’d like to but I can’t claim that I’m wise.
I know what I don’t know, and modesty
increases with my age, to my surprise.
But I’ve spent years composing poetry,
and metric art is born when I revise –
I hear the peal and feel the honesty.
It takes a second reading, or a third,
to bring integrity to every word.

(Ottava Rima)

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