The Last Word Poem. All are free to enter, at will. Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
A Last Word Poem by Madison Julius Cawein
I am a door of metaphor. Web thou thyself must break at last. You’ll find no lock, no key. Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said! All are free to enter, at will. Let them have it how. Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let them have it how. Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said! Let the long contention cease! I am a door of metaphor. You’ll find no lock, no key. Geese are swans, and swans are geese. All are free to enter, at will. Web thou thyself must break at last.
