Description
Poetry? A strange parade of multicolored, grotesque and unique figures begins its march through my mind. Far down a misty street of reminiscence it is headed by a gingham dog and a calico cat, and passing the reviewing stand at this moment is the pitiful crowd from the "Fall of the City" led by the mysterious woman. My parade is distinguished from all others because its end is never viewed, and the beginning never stops, for there will always be spectators for this parade, and though the street is winding and narrow in spots it never terminates.
Recommended Citation
Whelan, Rachel
(1942)
"My Experience with Poetry,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 9
:
Iss.
4
, Article 12.
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https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol9/iss4/12
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