The confiteor of the incapable

 

Supreme aurora, appear

Deliver your homespun dress on my shoulders

Supreme aurora, here is my confiteor :

 

 

I confess to almighty God,

 

And to you, my sisters Dickinson and Angelou,

 

That I have sinned through my own fault,

 

In inspiration, in style,

 

In musicality and in Beauty.

 

 

And I ask blessed Poetry, ever virgin,

 

All the angels and saints,

 

And you, my sisters,

 

To pray for me to the lord, our God.

©2016