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I WISH LIKE A COAT I COULD WEAR
I wish, like a coat, I could wear The impressions my letter created, When you read my love’s apology, alone, And you ran to me, in grateful tears. But when we express what we feel, It plays along the...
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YOU ARE WANTED WHEN OTHERS WANT YOU
I can no longer praise you. The whispering crowd is the enemy. Love is only love in secrecy. I died when I found out what they knew. Damn my passivity, and when ambitious men Make my passivity seem...
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DURING A WARM EVENING
During a warm evening, The grass visible, somewhere behind tall buildings, the sun, In the privacy of a park bench in a small park, I sit in languid thought; I think sweetly upon You, and everything...
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A POEM IS A SOUND THAT SAYS
As one who loves science and prose meaning, I defend poetry in this way: A poem doesn’t have anything to say Except that it seems profound Merely on account of its sound. Poetry experimented long ago...
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WE FALL IN LOVE SO FREQUENTLY
We fall in love so frequently, We begin to think falling In love is a random calling, As common as looking at a face In the market, a train, or anyplace. I only admit secretly to my eye How easy love...
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A MISTAKE IN LOVE
There are two kinds of errors: Those we make in hate. And those we make in love. Every mistake looks different from afar. Some fail, like an unnoticed star, Pining alone up there in the black, A faint...
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NO ONE IS AS SMART OR AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU THINK
No one is as smart, or as beautiful, as you think. Smile at peace with yourself, with this knowledge. After getting a degree, you stay, and end up working at the college; What makes these things is...
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MAD
I want your love, or I will go mad; First, missing your love; second, mad; That’s doubly sad! Which is worse? Love is precious, madness a terrible curse; And you will never love me if I’m mad. Yet...
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DO YOU WANT LOVE
Do you want love? You already have love, It’s yours—you cannot give it back. Love is always yours. Love is a lack. When you dare to hold another, And dare to tell them you’ll be true, That’s when love...
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MY WIFE OFFENDS
My wife offends. The police and courts cannot help; Her offense is too small. But love is spied by all. A drop of rain which falls on my head Feeds the industry of bad weather. The models in their...
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AND YOU WHO LOVE
Here is the future, For those who don’t like the past. Days and nights which go too slow, Days and nights which go too fast. The sun climbed the sky deliberately, And the direction and speed Of the...
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ARE YOU SAYING I CANNOT SAY WHAT I SEE?
Are you saying I cannot say what I see? What I’m seeing happened a long time before I began writing poetry. I’m making this poem as obscure as I can; I don’t want you to think this poem is the same as...
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ONLY A FAMOUS POET CAN WRITE A FAMOUS POEM
Only a dentist can fix your teeth. Only a professional instrument Can find the disease lurking beneath. Only a bank knows the worth of your home. Ask the movie star where your girlfriend went. Only a...
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IF A CRITIC CAME FROM OUTER SPACE
If a critic came from outer space, With criticisms of the human race, Criticisms listing vanity or helplessness or sin, Would be attentively heard—but criticism from within, Would not be heard—the...
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LOVE IS LEARNING A LANGUAGE
Seductive simple phrases: Are you free? You learn the direct and the polite, which is how you’ve always dreamed the seductive is. The rest is chatter. Or filling out forms. Where do you live? A new...
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INDIAN POETS IN ENGLISH
Linda Ashok believes poetry is a way forward. Linda Ashok is a poet from India with a deep and abiding interest in poetry being heard and felt around the world. English, fortunately for English...
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IS LOVE MUTABILITY, TOO?
Who could have wed Those images of fragile life to this poet, now dead? The slender poet, who died at sea, Who called you a midnight cloud? Who, despairing of himself, courted natural scenery, Sun,...
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POEMS ARE NEVER WRITTEN
Poems are never written. They ooze, they drop, Like tears, from saddest members of tribes or nations. Poems are not made by those on top; Only by those in exile, looking for revenge. Poems are never...
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INSOMNIA
When Mr. West wakes, He checks his clock To see how long the night has dreamt. He checks his clock to see how long His life into a dream was bent. Did his dream invent a song? Mr. West checks his...
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BOMBARDED BY RICHES
Every morning I am bombarded by riches. The darkness told me not to get up, But with focus, super-human, I picked out, and put on, my pants. A poem is a minor thought, My ordinary movement, a dance....
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