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IF URGENCY LEADS TO URGENCY
If urgency leads to urgency, It’s best not to be urgent at all. Only a calm demeanor reverses The cause and effect of the long fall. Remember when you panicked? And it was nothing, later on? The ones...
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THE CEREMONY
Because I love you I want to say to you how I love you so you can be loved. Love needs to be love before it can love— But these preparations for love, In a soul like mine, lag behind what I already...
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THOSE FORMER PLEASURES
Those former pleasures Would only torture me now. They seem too holy, those former pleasures, Delicate, beautiful, but not beautiful enough, somehow. The numerous smooth instruments were played well....
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YOU FEEL AS MUCH AS I
You feel as much as I And we might as well confess feeling is the highest thing we can be. So while I see you waiting there In your coat, in line, pardon me if I stare. It’s a poet’s stare. Nothing...
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AHHH I’M OKAY
Hey, dude. Your lust means more than any woman. So leave her alone, let her be. Dude, I wouldn’t want you expressing anything like that to me. And, really, she’s the same way. She doesn’t want to obey...
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SCARRIET POETRY HOT ONE HUNDRED! WITH BEST LINES!
Mary Oliver and Sushmita Gupta Poetry doesn’t have a center—therefore this “hot” list is not legitimate, but is. Good poems and poets are everywhere. These happened to hit my eyes. The best poems are...
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POEM IN A CRAPPY MOOD
Morally she can’t stand him, But she had to have a cigarette when she saw him smoke. Consciousness builds walls. The sleeping brain is woke. The physical is moral—but no one told her this. The moral...
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I WON, DIDN’T I?
War is love, and diplomacy is the true Art of war. My diplomacy distracted you. Let’s not pretend love isn’t war. Love fights peacefully—the fighting is what love is for. Unable to fight the human...
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WHY SHOULD THE EYE
Why should the eye Have all the fun? Why does love into my passive sight run And remain there? Because my mind doesn’t dare? Because my heart doesn’t care? Why should my passive eye feast On the mere...
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WHEN YOU WERE MY MOTHER
When you were my mother, and mothered me, and told me what to do, When you stopped your life for me, this was love—all love is, I knew. They held everyone accountable in the psychology books: Mother...
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IMAGINE NEEDING TO THINK YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL
Imagine needing to think you’re beautiful And you’re not. You keep telling yourself yes there’s help Even though there really isn’t a lot. You enjoy the gleaming eye and the love Of someone; but you...
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YOUR WRONGS ARE THE WORLD
Your wrongs are the world. All I see Is my own mockery. What is love? Tell the world: Stop making fun of me! This is what you want your lover to do. The world without love is mocking you. Your wrongs...
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I NEED THE POET NEAR
I need the poet near, to explain his poetry to me, And if he can’t explain it—then to hell with his poetry. Poet, you’re wanted in Poughkeepsie— A reader there is trying to understand your poem—though...
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LOVE IS A BROKEN HEART AND THEN REVENGE
Love is a broken heart, and then, revenge, Or, what some call healing: The Bach, then the Brahms, lullaby, in hope of getting rest, The lifting of the veil of pathos to reveal each separate, tiny...
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THE WALL
I don’t want you to see The inside of me. My inner thoughts are mine alone, And that’s why there is this wall— The wall of snobbery. Not shrubbery. Snobbery. What is good taste? And robbery? The two...
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I FELL IN LOVE WITH A POEM TODAY
I fell in love with a poem today, A Romantic poem of highest beauty, A poem by the wife of a wealthy attorney. I read it by the light of my phone in bed In the morning dark. It kicked me in the head....
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ARE YOU A GRAMMARIAN?
In Melville Village, grammarians abound, Where being right is a thing profound; In this neighborhood, the novelists live, And vegetarians to Democrats give, And grocery awnings are foreign flags. The...
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SIN
Am I allowed now, After I thought—and then, Did with her, even again, The forbidden—am I allowed Now, to think of her? How Can I not? For this is not Thinking—no, it is memory’s Involuntary joy—and I...
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THE SITUATION MUST BE REAL
You ask me about my strange poems—say, what’s the deal? How can I write these poems? I will tell you, Rosalinda. The situation must be real. The whisper in the elevator, The winter without her After...
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THE PARADOXICAL AND THE BEAUTIFUL
For A.E. Stallings Please welcome the paradoxical And the beautiful. Beware. Not beautiful could be beautiful. Or better. In your sorrow, irate and bitter, The beautiful is not very beautiful. Modern...
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