EPISTLE TO MS AUSTEN Dear Jane, although I do not have your mind, A mind that makes a moral choice so clear, Now clear enough for me to right my wrongs, The wrongs that take refuge in daily muddles, For muddles marinade in solitude; Yet solitude gives thought for humankind, A humankind in which we both belong, Belong because we live not for our puzzles, Those puzzles are a solace only for fears, For fears will offer no solicitude. I learn solicitude from you dear Jane.
Phil Wood was born in Wales. He studied English Literature at Aberystwyth University. His writing can be found in various places, including recently : Ink Sweat and Tears, Noon Journal of the Short Poem, and a collaboration with John Winder at Abergavenny Small Press.
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