Classic Poem

Poet with the pointed breath,
Who matches darkness of the mind
With syllables so taut they wind
Their meaning in a living death,

Spare us no twinge or brilliance stirred
With rapiers of speech that move
To break the dark from cool new love
Encompassed in the burning word.

That we may live enough to feel
Living, with something more than heart,
Lay on our eye your tonic smart,
Clang in our ear your uttered steel.