Literary Criticism I - Dreaming is forever Luke Hsieh in response to Kerry Sarah Louise Stone's poem. If you are only a dream away, Is that distanced or near? If you are only a memories away, How much do I hold you dear? If you are only pages away, Is it far enough to shed tears? If this is child's play, can I ask in tone sincere? How meaningful will my words be, In lights of spirit literary? Were my tears to shed when I read, Does it signify victory or defeat? If your poetry bring me to rage, Does it make good your page? Does it matter then if I love it for a second, a year, or an age? Poetic pain, literary game, Like a Viennese waltz of which I am a fame, Reading game, critic acclaim, What right do I have to judge it good or shame? When all poetic efforts are done, Every poem needs one critic alone, When passion's expressed word for word, Only you know who they accord, Yet so often the critic meant to be, Does not know always that she is, So determined is she to be silent, Not a letter given nor lent, So poetry throw into a stream, Forever is a long time to dream, Those who pick it up by chance, They too can dream of Viennese dance, Yet the critic meant to be, Still knows not that she is, Poetry forever remains a lonely dance, For those who write and whoever pick up by chance.
- Luke Hsieh