Imagine, if you will, a stage.
And standing there, a wrinkled sage.
His name is Guy de Maupassant
long dead of course, yet - nonobstant -
He says black words on a white page
will always have the heart engage
its soul, which has an innate flair
and, through the letters, is laid bare.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maupassant-dit/
