A Tribute To William Bronk, Poet.

There you have him, and you have him not.. his life, his poetry; humility, yet the glimpse of glory; the glimpse of glory, yet humility.. There’s how it is; and how it seems. And poetry. So poets say, of how it seems, that ‘it’s as if…’ and of how it is, they say that ‘it’s as if..’ for thus we are to know the slender, swinging, fearful in its impertinent height over awful depths, rope bridge of words across the chasm, life, below, fast flowing, the poet carrying a thin scribbled sheet with undescribably great love about how it is, and how it seems, about how it seems, and how it is and on the sheet, ‘As if..’ We’ll understand.