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Re: Poems
By: Paloma Date: April 11, 2023, 10:12 pm
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Huge admirer of Sassoon. :) Thanks for posting this.
I saw this article and loved the background as well as the image
of the hand-written poem you posted.
HTML https://www.theguardian.com/books/2019/jun/09/student-discovers-new-siegfried-sassoon-love-poem
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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: April 29, 2023, 8:11 am
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Playing with Bees
RK Fauth
So the world turned
its one good eye
to watch the bees
take most of metaphor
with them.
Swarms—
in all their airborne
pointillism—
shifted on the breeze
for the last time. Of course,
the absence of bees
left behind significant
holes
in ecology. Less
obvious
were the indelible holes
in poems, which would come
later:
Our vast psychic habitat
shrunk. Nothing was
like nectar
for the gods
Nobody was warned by
a deep black dahlia, and nobody
grew like a weed.
Nobody felt spry as
a daisy, or blue
and princely
as a hyacinth; was lucid as
a moon flower. Nobody came home
and yelled honey! up the stairs,
And nothing in particular
by any other name would smell as sweet as—
Consider:
the verbal dearth
that is always a main ripple of extinction.
The lexicon of wilds goes on nixing its descriptions.
Slimming its index of references
for what is
super as a rhubarb, and juicy
as a peach,
or sunken as a
comb and ancient as an alder tree, or
conifer, or beech, what is royal
as jelly, dark as a wintering
hive, toxic as the jessamine vine
who weeps the way a willow does,
silently as wax
burned in the land of milk and
all the strong words in poems,
they were once
smeared on the mandible of a bee.
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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: June 8, 2023, 3:53 pm
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Why Did It, by William J Harris
Why did it
take all
day
to get nothing
accomplished
Why, I could
have started
at noon
& saved a lot
of time
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Re: Poems
By: MidwestmikkiJ Date: June 8, 2023, 6:21 pm
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[quote author=LesserGoddess link=topic=421.msg190259#msg190259
date=1686257624]
Why Did It, by William J Harris
Why did it
take all
day
to get nothing
accomplished
Why, I could
have started
at noon
& saved a lot
of time
[/quote]
I’m laughing because I just told my husband I hadn’t expected to
be so sloggy this afternoon. We did Pilates this morning which
shouldn’t have knocked us both out for the day since we do it
twice a week, but it did.
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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: August 6, 2023, 2:43 pm
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The cat’s song
By Marge Piercy
Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness.
My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says
the cat making on your chest his gesture of drawing
milk from his mother’s forgotten breasts.
Let us walk in the woods, says the cat.
I’ll teach you to read the tabloid of scents,
to fade into shadow, wait like a trap, to hunt.
Now I lay this plump warm mouse on your mat.
You feed me, I try to feed you, we are friends,
says the cat, although I am more equal than you.
Can you leap twenty times the height of your body?
Can you run up and down trees? Jump between roofs?
Let us rub our bodies together and talk of touch.
My emotions are pure as salt crystals and as hard.
My lusts glow like my eyes. I sing to you in the mornings
walking round and round your bed and into your face.
Come I will teach you to dance as naturally
as falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long.
I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers.
Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word
of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg
and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.
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Re: Poems
By: Thetis099 Date: August 9, 2023, 12:07 pm
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Fair Weather
by Dorothy Parker
This level reach of blue is not my sea;
Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun,
Whose quiet ripples meet obediently
A marked and measured line, one after one.
This is no sea of mine. that humbly laves
Untroubled sands, spread glittering and warm.
I have a need of wilder, crueler waves;
They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm.
So let a love beat over me again,
Loosing its million desperate breakers wide;
Sudden and terrible to rise and wane;
Roaring the heavens apart; a reckless tide
That casts upon the heart, as it recedes,
Splinters and spars and dripping, salty weeds.
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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: November 9, 2023, 8:33 pm
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Sonnet 73, by William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
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Re: Poems
By: Lurknomore Date: April 23, 2024, 9:24 pm
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The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
 and I wake in the
night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron
feeds.
 I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
-Wendell Berry
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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: August 5, 2024, 9:56 pm
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What I would tell Eve, by Maegen McAuliffe O'Leary
Eat the fucking apple.
They are going to blame you
regardless.
You might as well go to the gallows
with a full belly
knowing more than God.
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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: December 25, 2024, 11:48 am
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The Coming of Good Luck, by Robert Herrick
So Good-Luck came, and on my roof did light,
Like noiseless snow, or as the dew of night;
Not all at once, but gently,--as the trees
Are by the sun-beams, tickled by degrees.
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