The Poetry of
Jack Scott


You’re wrong, he said,
but am I?
And why does he think I am?
What right does he have,
what right indeed,
to say that his thoughts
are the thoughts to be thought
by me and all others
who think on the things
that he thinks on?
He’s right/I’m wrong;
it’s as simple as that to him.
If I’m wrong, he’s right;
If right, he’s right,
for he is never wrong.

18 ®Copyright 1957 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.