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ISN’T IT AMAZING
Isn’t it amazing that when you give,They want more, and are not happy,And when you deprive them, They learn how to live and love?It’s the same in love—love them,And they are not sure they love you;But...
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RAW OYSTERS FOR LUNCH
While the fan glides into the memory? Or proppedJust for an hour, before falling down, we’ll go.Where are you going, Robert Lowell?Did you write “trestles” or “testicles?” Robert LowellAnswers, “I...
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WHO CAN LOVE THE FLOWERS
Who can love the flowers, Or the trees—if there’s you? Who can enjoy portraits in their frames Or stories, with their names, The pictures and promises in the colorful brochures of Kathmandu— Likely...
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LOVE CAN BE OBSESSIVE AND KIND
Love can be obsessive—and kind, Love can be mad—and sweet. Love can kiss you in secret, Stealing through reeds on secret feet. Love can be guilty of wanting love. Or did you make mention of love...
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DUALITY ALWAYS FAILS
Duality always fails, and that is why Love between two will die. One is the most fascinating number. It is simple and true. Waiting for relation and the Big Bang, One can do Whatever it wants: fake...
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THE MARINA
Walking about the marina on a rainy day, I think about my dying father and what he tried to say. I see the details of which I don’t need to be aware: The bricks below my feet, the spaces between the...
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IF YOU ARE A POET
“I have to stop hitting people” —Delmore Schwartz, letter to a friend If you are a poet, have sex with her. If your friend has had sex with her, do not have sex with her. If your enemy has had sex...
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FUNNY
I am sad like you, But I just saw something funny. A woman, tall, Regal, beautiful, who I fell In love with immediately, as anyone would— Who believes the beautiful is good, Sat next to a balding,...
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FAT, CURVES, AND CONFIDENCE
In a survey, poets expressed the belief Surveys are not good subjects for poems. The lyric poem does not ask what’s trending in grief, But let me tell you what is making women sad. Without fat, a...
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MINE WAS THE THRILL
Mine was the thrill, Hers, the woman’s will Allowing me to love. I would rather see beauty Than be beauty. To see her in the moonlight. To kiss her. It seemed easy to get right. All we had to do was...
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IT’S NOT GOING TO RAIN ON ME
“the dry stone no sound of water” —T.S. Eliot It’s not going to rain on me. I’ve got money in the bank. It’s not going to rain on me. I’ve got time and fortune to thank. It’s not going to rain on me....
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LOVE MAKES YOU WANT
Love makes you want. That’s all it does. Did you think you loved her? That’s what it was. Love needs an object, so you can care. And during this time, wasn’t she there? Wanting, in general, what you...
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A STREET LAMP CONFUSED WITH THE MOON
Beware of things. Beware of everything. The advice you took will backfire soon. It was too superficial: A street lamp confused with the moon. The flags wave: the white, for doubt, The blue symbolizes...
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WHEN YOU SEE ME YOU INSULT ME
When you see me, you insult me By moving away. You insult me every day. I never say a word, Too stunned to speak, this life being so absurd. The sky is beautiful—this sky that I will never touch; I...
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LIGHT IS LIGHT
Light is light, whether sun—or dim fire. Love is love, whether God—or smoldering desire. I cannot compare your eyes to the day: Tomorrow is forgetfulness and clay. Your eyes have the light Of the sun...
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SO WHAT IF IT’S TRUE
So what if it’s true? The weak is true. The inevitable is true. When you align yourself with the truth It means you don’t have anything to do. It means you aren’t going to love me. The truth is...
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ADDICTED TO PLEASURE
Addicted to pleasure is the worst thing. You can’t smile—or talk—or sing. All you can do is moan. If elegy—or goodbye—or greeting is required For the one you love, you groan. The springing world...
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I WISH THE SAD RAIN
I wish the sad rain,And the clouds trooping and covering up the sun, remain—For the sake of my poetry, which I coil up and write—In a mood best fit for the middle of the night.Coolness and cloudiness...
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WHEN DREAMS AND LOVE
In the classroom there were rows of faces, And one of them was hers; I never tire Of looking at her face— The heart of my love, and my love’s disgrace Is the desire to see her face— To me she is a...
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HAROLD ROSENBERG: THE RETURN OF ROMANTICISM AND CRITICISM
The trouble with Criticism is that its whole business is to insert itself between a poem and its reader—a superfluous act; if the poem is good it doesn’t need the extra words of Criticism. The smell...
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