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Godot Revisited


Why wish to be discovered anyway?

Longing for praise from academic dolts,

I'm like a character in Beckett's play

Waiting to be redeemed.  The task revolts

Me; could I just give up and grow content

With praising friends whose poems laugh at me

From pages of the journals I have sent

To twenty times?  But each SASE

Among the ads and bills may hold a crumb

To slaver over, such as "Try again."

Oh yes, I beam, tomorrow He will come!

Then editors will say they knew me when

My work was interesting, but not yet great.

Perhaps I'll hang myself.  Or else, just wait.


Jeff Holt



2000; originally printed in The Texas Review.
Reprinted by permission of the author.

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