In libraries stacked high, a name echoes clear,
Arthur Miller's words, a playwright revered.
His stories unfold, like threads tightly spun,
A reflection of life, laid bare and undone.
With each turn of the page, we step on his stage,
Witness to characters that capture our age.
From Willy Loman's dreams of a salesman's plight,
To the Crucible's trials in the Salemite light.
His words paint portraits, vivid and bold,
Characters flawed, their stories yet untold.
The depth of the human spirit, laid bare,
As we traverse emotions we strive to repair.
In "Death of a Salesman," dreams meet despair,
A tragic hero trapped by a societal snare.
Yet hope persists, amidst loss and regret,
As Miller probes themes we can never forget.
The Salem of "The Crucible" burns bright,
Intolerance's darkness casting its spite.
Fear and superstition, a haunting refrain,
A cautionary tale of a dark domain.
Through his eyes, we see society's flaws,
The dangers of power and manipulative claws.
Miller holds a mirror, our reflections unclear,
Demanding that we face the truth, crystal clear.
His plays resonate, transcending time's span,
Each word a testament to the human plan.
Arthur Miller's legacy lives on, a beacon of light,
A playwright whose genius continues to ignite.
In the pages of his books, a timeless treasure,
We find wisdom and insight beyond measure.
Arthur Miller's words, an enduring gift,
Enriching our lives, with hope they uplift.