I came across this poem in a book entitled, "East-West Voices" edited and compiled by Dr.V.S.Skanda Prasad and published by Chetana Books, Mangalore, India. Needless to say, like many other treasures, I found this also on a pavement bookshop. I loved this poem and hope the visitors to this blog will also love it. Thank you, Dr.Rosemary C.Wilkinson and Dr.Dr.V.S.Skanda Prasad!
She gathered a variety of poems
When she was very young.
As someone would gather rare flowers.
She plucked from here, from there,
Then she placed them all in a bower.
Now this bower lay as a dormant
Rustic cottage over the years -
So quaint, and all forlorn -
Then one day someone came along
Cleared the webs, unlocked the door,
And lo! an artist was born.
(Dr.Rosemary C.Wilkinson wrote her first poem at age 14.......When President Kennedy was shot, she wrote her second poem. From then on, she could not stop the poetry from flowing. Author of more than 15 books on poetry, she has honoured with many international awards. She was the President of the 5th World Congress of Poets held in USA during 1981.)
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