If William Carlos Williams
Wrote a poem today
Instead of ruddy wheelbarrows
For a poem, what would he say?
So much depends
on that black PC
Coated with dust
beside the stack of manuscripts?
What if Dickinson in 2008
with laptop by her lovely flowers
should sit word-processing her poems,
Dressed in white, for hours and hours?
There is no frigate like a Blog—
Linked to some grand websites!
Just move the Cursors down and click!
Heaven! –in those Byts and Bytes!
Eliot, alive right now,
Within his current rhymes,
What images would he relate,
In these post-modern times?
Kristoff Cat’s a computer hack
And steals identities!
He loves a world where nothing’s true—
Voiding all moralities!
I suppose we cannot know
Exactly what they’d say;
But I doubt they’d find a publisher
If they should write today.
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