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NOBODY RULES SOMEBODY
Somebody said to someone, “We’re not free.” Someone said, “I feel it all the time, I feel it daily.” Somebody said, “Did you know we are ruled by nobody?” Someone asked, “Are we ruled by someone we...
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I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOU
I don’t have time for you, Because you’re the one I love the most. I would want you all the time. That wouldn’t do. So I will have to be satisfied with your ghost. I love you too much. Goodbye. Pity...
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THE TRIPLICATE PAIN OF NARCISSUS
Narcissus suffers a triplicate woe. Lips kissing air almost into the water go. The reeds over the pool wave to and fro. Love, contemplated, is delicious and slow. For three and a half hours he was...
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FLEEING
Does it turn you on to run away? When I move towards you for a kiss, It is not the journey I love; I miss You, so I move towards you; what could be simpler than this? If you are more complicated, And...
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WHEN YOU CANNOT THINK
When you cannot think, you feel. And then only the beautiful is real. In the 19th century, dark rain was perceived As painting, and the same thing with the sun, And poetry remained indoors with those...
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PUNISH ME DIRECTLY
Seeing how beautiful you were, I studied to be beautiful, too, Making myself beautiful with poems I gave to you. There are two types of humans: Butterfly and fly: Either beautiful—and aloof, Or...
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ARE YOU AFRAID OF HELL?
Are you afraid of hell? Who fears it more? The American child who imagines the flames? Or sophisticated grownups along the Thames, Too sophisticated to believe In what the metaphor is saying— And...
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THIS IS ART BECAUSE I SAY IT IS
This is art because I say it is. I go around with a frame— And where I stop, art and life are the same. You’re in my poem! You’re in my film! Reality and me. We both control you the same. The minute...
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THE CRITIC
He could have been a wonderful novelist, But his sentences were too long. The first thing Dr. Anthony X. Jones noticed On this particularly grey Sunday Was the rope and the sofa were the same color....
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REVENGE YOURSELF
You are good without thinking, And this is the best way to be good. The moment I begin to explain? The simplest things will be misunderstood. Revenge yourself against these married blondes. They may...
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HOW TO WANT WHAT NEVER WAS
How to want what never was. You must write down affections here. You must see in her mind the face Slightly smiling, and dear, Not cloudy and wrong from memory, But the face when it is near. The face...
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I DON’T LOVE WHAT I LOVE
I don’t love what I love, I become what I love. I cannot become my beloved; I don’t think copying the flesh Is the highest form of love, Unless an Elvis impersonator Who loves Elvis is real love. But...
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THE FAT ASS SOCIETY
The Fat Ass Society held rallies All across the continent. Meanwhile Johnny and Betty worked on posters For the Persistent Pimple Front long Into the night. Bright red. Foreign support Made it...
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LOVERS MAKE THEMSELVES LARGER CAGES
Lovers make themselves larger cages. We, for instance, Followed quiet roads, to kiss, To find a place to hide our homeless love From eyes across the way, or tall windows above. We took paths we...
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ALL ART
“O for a draught of vintage…” All art is either parody or homage, And the best, a mixture. You cannot expect me to put the paint on that way, Although that style has become a fixture. You can’t expect...
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WINNING HURTS THE SORTING
Winning hurts the sorting. My reclusive bored nirvana wins. We know in our loneliness sorting must be done. During the high school graduation party lots of couples were on the verge of breaking up....
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THIS POEM IS NOT AFRAID OF CRITICISM
This poem is not afraid of criticism. This poem is criticism. There is bad In the world and this has made me sad. There is sadness we don’t see But it leans into sweetness critically. Happy must be...
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WHEN I PUT IT ALL TOGETHER
Because I have seen so much I find myself doubting it all, all, very much. I do not hear two chiming sounds together But I blame it on the obvious weather. There is only one love, one. This universe...
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SUPERIORITY
Superiority does not acknowledge you. Everything else does. It gets inside you. It makes you itch. It satisfies your thirst. Not superiority. Superiority is the worst. It doesn’t look at you, and if...
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BOTH OF US LIE
Both of us lie, You, somewhere outside of this poem, Me, inside here, writing it. I love you. Why are you fighting it? We know we are both fake. But are we lying for each other’s sake? Both of us lie....
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