Edmund’s Notebook 12: Manipulation


Image: A Young Scholar, Tyne & Wear Archives; Museums

A poem written in the style of Master Edmund Moulde, Youth period.

I once had a family that tried to teach me things.
After a long time, I realized that I could also be teaching them things.
When I tried to teach them, I realized that I didn’t have anything to teach them.
Perhaps this was why everything turned out the way it did.

(Editor’s Note: This, one of Master Edmund Moulde’s earlier poems, was found completely scratched out when his notebooks were recovered. It was only after seven years of painstaking reconstruction that this poem is now able to be read by followers of this great man’s history.)


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