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A POEM BY V. MUTHU MANICKAM
Only One! Only one who can abundantly give Only one who can endlessly live Only one who can love purely Only one who can offer anything surely Anything, only one who can, predict Anyone, only one who...
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CLIMB DOWN INTO THE CAVERNS OF SLEEP
Climb down into the caverns of sleep. Kiss limbs you’ve never kissed. Laugh at sorrow—at the comedic, weep. Desire what you never desired, Look for what you never missed. What you cannot know Creeps...
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SECOND ROUND MARCH MADNESS ACTION!
BRACKET ONE Marlowe: Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here...
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TEASDALE AND MICHELANGELO IN SWEET 16!
Michelangelo, the great Renaissance artist, does not belong to the English-speaking poetry canon. Michelangelo’s success in this year’s Scarriet March Madness perhaps proves nothing—after all, this...
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INSULTING LOVE
A stare is an insult, Although it be filled with love, For if the rain comes, It has to come from above: He has to say hello, He has to state his case; He can’t just make her wet By looking into her...
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SWEET SIXTEEN IN BRACKETS THREE AND FOUR
The Scarriet March Madness Poetry competition brings out the good times in everyone. Spoiler: Results precede list of contests below. When we judge poems we know them better than when we merely read...
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POETRY IS OLD
Poetry is old, and God is old, but older still Than even God, is institutional will, Is professionalism perched on the shepherd’s old hill. The professional points to the paper, Telling artist and...
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TOO SHY TO TALK , HE WRITES POEMS; TOO SHY TO LIVE, SHE TALKS
In the wasteland of the winter garden, Words on a rock remain; Dead vines fail to cover what the flowers did, A sentimental poem carved in a rock Announces what the garden hid Spring and summer and...
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LIFE IS A LONG ROOM
Life is a long room With something happening at the other end Which has nothing to do with you, But which you watch, unnoticed, Sipping your coffee, settled back in your chair, No one, you think,...
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THE SWEET SIXTEEN!
For T.S Eliot, the incense stained Moderinst, the road to the Elite Eight goes through Rome and Michelangelo. Michelangelo has laid aside hammer and brush and pulled two upsets in a row in an elite...
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SLEEP AND DESIRE
Why do I want to sleep? Is it the dreaming? Aren’t dreams as real as life’s dreamlike seeming And dreams more pleasant, and more uniquely mine? Who wouldn’t rather sleep than listen to assholes all...
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THE LIST: SCARRIET’S POETRY HOT 100
Conceptualism Can Hardly Be Imagined! 1. KG is talked about. 2. Vanessa Place Conceptualism’s moment in the sun 3. Ron Silliman Has Conceptualism fever 4. Marjorie Perloff Wrestles with:...
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MICHELANGELO, TEASDALE, MAZER AND RANSOM IN THE ELITE EIGHT!!
Here are the Winners of the Sweet Sixteen Contests: I love to sleep, still more to sleep In stone while pain and shame exist: not see, or feel, or be kissed; so do not wake me, or weep. —Michelangelo...
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TO THE FINAL FOUR: MICHELANGELO (PREMIERE TRANSLATION) VERSUS TEASDALE!
Michelangelo: Sonnet Non ha l’ottimo artista alcun concetto For Vittoria Colonna This block of marble will not, for long, hide My idea that seeks to destroy the inside That keeps my idea hidden, away...
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MILTON AND BYRON BATTLE FOR PLACE IN FINAL FOUR!
Byron: some nerd who wrote a few poems Milton brings it (from Comus): Mortals that would follow me, Love virtue, she alone is free; She can teach you how to climb Higher than the sphery climb; Or if...
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A POEM IS NOT WISE WORDS
A poem is not wise words. If you want wisdom, you would not ask the birds Who fly from tree to tree; Neither should you expect any wisdom from me. Nor would it be wise to write a poem to you. Others,...
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THE WINTER WE DID NOT KISS
The winter we did not kiss Was a winter from hell. I hoped, hoped so much more Than I might hope to tell. The winter we fell in love was warm. Hidden blossoms did not mean any harm. The winter we did...
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TO____
The clocks are set apart From what nature is. Nature belongs to the clock, Not herself: Birds sing in the cold. The loveliest clock is a heart Almost stopped by a kiss Ages ago upon a rock Before the...
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POE AND COLERIDGE PURSUE FINAL FOUR DREAM!
Poe: In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once fair and stately palace — Radiant palace –reared its head. In the monarch Thought’s dominion — It stood there! Never seraph spread a...
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MORE VERSES VERSUS VERSES: MAZER AND RANSOM
MAZER: Sunlight rests like a package at the door. Nothing sees. The rich interior is useless to persons and chronology. Once when the spring came to our caravan I’d say the mountain streams ran in her...
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