The Doubting Writer
(or To Those Who Wright)

"Hast there ever been a word from thy hand
That is or was worth reading or speaking...
That has ever been more than repeating,
Like echoes, the thoughts from more mastered pens?"

"Hast any of thy work, except for doubts,
Stood the test, been true, made the right queries?
What gauge cans't thou trust to balm thy worries?
Darest ye try to travel the Master's route?"

Know, oh Poet, no matter what your pen
   Your work, by being done, is already
Far above all the spires of "Intention".
   And all the works that line the galleries
Of the morrow will be `has never been'
   Unless now sees the birth of their journey.