"Literary tradition"
In my youth I found the beauty of Eliot,
Breeding Lilacs out of the dead land.
There is much I share with Longfellow,
Despairing my lost youth in the dead land.
For what can star-crossed lovers hope,
But a meeting beyond this long dead land?
I wrote my first poem so long ago
About sunshine, gladdening this grey dead land.
I have not a poetic name, Leo Norman,
But it has some meaning here, in this dead land.
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