Ethan Lewis, dubbed "Poet laureate of Hawthorne Place," writes daily, stopped only perhaps by night time: "But then again, bed beckons: 'It is time. / You satisfied exigencies of rhyme.'" Doesn't he declare, "Pentameter helps pass the time"? Maybe it is a way for him to keep away, at least for a while, "our fate: to disappear"; and does he know how to cry for a departed friend: "Our loss. Your gentle soul and kindest life." Ethan Lewis does not ignore what he owes to other poets before him, whom he cites: William Blake, William Shakespeare, Homer, Charles Baudelaire, Ezra Pound, Emily...
Ethan Lewis, dubbed "Poet laureate of Hawthorne Place," writes daily, stopped only perhaps by night time: "But then again, bed beckons: 'It is time. /...
