Tuesday, October 20, 2009


I have appreciated my great great uncle's poetry and prose for a long time, but this poem really, really reveals him as a kindred spirit. Fantastic.


by G.A. Compton

Just buckle on most any creed,
Like picking up a stole-
No creed was ever fitted, yet,
Exactly to each soul.

Convention says that you must wear
One o'er your sinful heart,
So put it on - but grow until
You burst the thing apart.


  1. Never mind about the previous comment. I figured it out. He's your great great uncle.

    I like this stuff!

  2. Thanks, Mike!

    Yeah, it's a total blast to browse through his works and find these gems.

    Thanks for reading!

  3. The closing line is just wonderful. I couldn't agree more.

  4. Yeah, this one really encapsulates my idea of humanity. We want to understand so badly that we come up with a nifty formula - but then the formula becomes more important that the reality it attempted to describe.....

  5. That is an awesome poem! Wow. THis guy was good.