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SAYING IT WITHOUT SAYING IT
Saying it without saying it Is the entire creed of the poet. He will read you, slowly, Swinburne, Or Wordsworth. To love? Or learn? He wants you to live beside His verses of inspiration; the fertile...
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WHY DID YOU SIGH
Why did you sigh? Perhaps this is why: You will always be Someone else’s subjectivity. We are trapped in the cutting net of ourselves. You cannot be private, or alone. You never are. You are forever...
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THE LIE OF NOW
The lie of now Is my truth against the grave. The truth is what will happen. So now can lie, and save Everything. It doesn’t matter how, Or whether I’ll be happy. I am happy now. I won’t be happy...
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THE INTROVERT
There was a conversation I had— Superficial when I laughed; Sincere, when I was sad. I’m thinking, where is this conversation going? Why do I hang between ignorance and knowing? I’m sorry I don’t...
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WHAT IS ROMANTICISM? MORE THAN YOU THINK.
Romanticism is the attempt to bring what is important in life into poetry. It is about love and romance only indirectly. Take the following poem. The author is Edmund Waller, imprisoned for a year in...
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SNOW IS WARM IN CALIFORNIA
Snow is warm, the scientists agree; But if I explain this, would it be poetry? “Winter kept us warm” is from T.S. Eliot, But The Waste Land does not say a lot. Don’t let the footnotes fool you; a show...
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LANGUAGE DOES NOT
Language does not do Anything. It adds not doing To our being. It is unthinkable. Just as when my mouth kisses and loves, I drink The undrinkable. But when I do not love, I drink Everything she and I...
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I WISH I DID NOT THINK SO MUCH
I wish I did not think so much. Thinking makes me afraid. But on the other hand— There is sun. And there is shade. And really, what does thinking do About the dark, the sound of breathing, you? It’s...
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SCARRIET’S HOT POETRY ONE HUNDRED 2019—“BEST LINES”
I don’t know any format—except this one, Scarriet, now in it’s tenth year—which attempts to bring together every kind of poet in one place. There are four kinds of poets who never touch each other and...
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IT IS BETTER FOR ALL INVOLVED
It is better for all involved, Especially those, for whom, at length, We pretended to have loved, That right now, seeing it cannot be good, We stop this charade of poetry altogether. If it cannot be...
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ALL THOSE
The poet is upset tonight. He heard the news Spun in national story after national story. The elites are turning the screws. As a child, he rooted for the Minnesota Vikings. He ate Headlines. When he...
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YOU’RE A POET BECAUSE
You’re a poet because you see how shallow Everyone is, and you know in your heart You are not shallow, but you don’t want to offend anyone By telling them they are shallow. Here’s the reason for...
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EVERYONE IS IN THEIR BUBBLE
Everyone is in their bubble, Because the protection of life is more important than life. If we were constantly exposed to love, There would be no love: Romeo and Juliette Would be trying to find each...
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YOUR POEM IS NOT YOURS
You wrote about the day. You convinced others. But here’s what the one you love has to say: Your poem is not yours, not because It is someone else’s, but because it is mine. Inspiration is all. Who...
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LAUREATE
The city officials were the ones to ask. Organizing the event was an enormous task. She had a personality which could tame Any recalcitrance with the dropping of a name. The poetry officials met with...
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BECAUSE WE CANNOT SEE
Because we cannot see Words lying, poetry Is impossible. Words are so good At deception, poets, who would Make you deceived, Are never, themselves, believed. The cunning it takes To sweetly and...
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ONLY DEMOCRACY SHOULD BE CROWNED
Only Democracy should be crowned— Like her, who the Athenians found Weeping by the spring where Narcissus drowned— Like her, the daughter of Egypt, who found Smiling in the river, the child, in the...
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YOU WAITED FOR ME
You waited for me, Though I was much delayed; I orbited into the blue And you stayed. I found much to distract Me—when I should have been thinking of you. The years it took is a fact. And yet you...
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YOU, TOO, NOW FIND
It is the holy time. A political party is seeking a crime They themselves are guilty of— And love is used against love. So spoke the evil right wing fanatic! I loved. But I was in a panic! The other...
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MODERATE
The pundits kept talking “moderate” And “suburban Republican women” And I just wanted to scream. There has never been a poet with a moderate dream. Here, moderate does not exist. The seasons take or...
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