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POETRY NEEDS HELP FROM OTHERS
Poetry needs help from others; It always gets help from others, The beauty of the poet, her voice, Her poem which praises you, badly, Though badly wasn’t her choice. She has a pleasant voice And...
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I WANT TO BE YOUR FATHER
I want to be your father, Whoever you are, Ultimate love. In those clouds, the hovering star. But I need to find a mother, first. Should that be difficult? On earth there is a thirst For making...
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PLEASE REFRAIN
I’m insane. Please refrain. I’m not good. Is that understood? Please refrain, Be very still. Let me be. I have no will. I have been— But let it go. I will not talk of that again. I have no energy to...
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WHERE HAS THE SUN BEEN
Where has the sun been, and you— As if all the golden prophecies of spring were true In ages and ages past, So the sunny culmination seems to be coming true at last— Now I seek, with this truth, and...
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LOVE THE HATER, NOT THE LOVER
Love the hater, not the lover— The lover is only flattering you. Flattery is the cover for slander. The ones we should love are very, very few— You hate, you hate, but do you dare To hate in...
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FALSE CELEBRATION
You are not who you are.You are a series of mistakes going forward in time.I can say this with certainty.I can. You don’t even rhyme.You have been mistaken by the cheers;You calculated badly during...
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ALL LOVE
All love; but if love doesn’t wait,It isn’t love. She was seen. She was loved. He felt love;But if she is not allowed to choose?Her liberty’s lack will seal his fate.Every leaf in the wood pauses.When...
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WHAT’S NEW? WHAT’S NEXT?
for Robert Archambeau Railroad barons had their damaged egosRepaired by Robert Louis Stevenson; Sigmund FreudAnd Mr. Hyde were only part of the problem. San FranciscoCame into prose poetry in the late...
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CLEAN
For poets, clean is the most mundane idea there is. Not so, for engineers. Here, then, is the essence of that great rift between poetry and science. Science loves a clean formula, a clean laboratory....
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I KEPT ALL THOSE THINGS
I kept all those things we loved together.The sharing—without you—didn’t stop.Without you, I still remember the weather.In the fog, we would look, and we saw other things gone,Before we were gone.When...
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WHEN I, AT LAST, WAS BY LOVE AFFLICTED
When I, at last, was by love afflicted,And love was not what it was supposed to be,I was a stranger to my sisterAnd celebrations of Christmas were not going to be for me.I was a stranger to my...
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POETRY IS EVERYWHERE
Poetry is everywhere, said the poet, a grandfather, sweetly,And everyone is a poet, he said.But in Dante’s Inferno, there is no music.In porn, I hear cries, but not songs.Nightingale and swallow have...
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OBLIVION, MORE THAN LOVE
As you start to grow old, and blind,A secret, which you always half-knew,Comes, as you’re half-asleep, to comfort you:Oblivion, more than love, is kind.Oblivion, more than love, knows your delicate...
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GLINDA THE GOOD HELPS DOROTHY!
Dorothy, the misunderstood girl from Kansas, was so upset by Trump, that Glinda the Good had to assure Dorothy that everything was going to be OK. Glinda consulted her Great Book of Records to see...
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COME ON IN
I’ve decided to welcome another poemInto my poem, something I never do.My poems are unified and self-contained,But for once, let me invite you,Who hate me. More than once, you blamedMe for ruining...
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MOSS, EMERALD GREEN
Moss, emerald green,Behind the purple flower is seen.The purple flower is my highest delight.But I’ll rest upon the moss tonight. Everything is a mixture.Death plus warmth is temperature.Outer space...
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THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS
You’re in a foreign country, And miserable people of every race, wearing coats, Are going to work, and you think This must be typical: the snow, the coats, But it’s not. This country could be any...
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WHEN ALL BECOMES MUSIC
When all becomes music The math will explain why we are frustrated. The stomach will sing And sleep will harmonize with sleep. She will smile legato, and he will bring The pictures you wanted. Just....
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CONSCIOUS OR UNCONSCIOUS POETRY
Poets are either conscious or unconscious. When poets are conscious, they generally follow this advice: “Put something in the poem the reader can see. Use your own experience. This will make your poem...
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APOLLO: I SLEPT
“I slept with one hundred women, Breaking the hearts of one hundred men. “I’m sorry,” he cried, “I won’t do that again; Those men were my brothers.” But now, Aphrodite, With a small child behind her,...
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