poetry
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“Dante’s Beatrice” by Frederick Seidel (2006)
I ride a racer to erase her. Bent over like a hunchback. Racing leathers now include a hump That protects the poet’s spine and neck. I wring the thing out, two hundred miles an hour. I am a mink on a mink ranch determined not To die inside its valuable fur, inside my racesuit. I…
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invisible fortune cookie
open your throat and taste the bathroom air in your m outh your lungs on your lip s youre not smelling but there it is shit what can be d one but to now close your mouth dummy you dont have to do everything pe ople tell you love it all
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“God’s Grandeur” by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1918)
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;…
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his weariness versus her love
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She knows when it works The observer’s mind snaps Color shape but scale too Crucial angles exploded explored Never before a flower truly colossal The indisputably meditative State of her media Not whatsoever meditative Her masterful trick wilting
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Frank
frank take the plastic bag off yr head poets planted light here not people poets with banana plants for tendons or poets’ armies of thick carbon fiber killers faces loaded with pulverized crocus frank bring me proof of meaningful life beyond the gun range poets frank were sown in victory’s…
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‘pleasure from a great distance’
i thought about buying him an iphone case someone else how far back must he go his machine his pink paint his spotify playlists a kiss his freedom like mock-tender hands duct taped behind his back just in case
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cobras in the grass
there’s nothing here to say nothing here go away run to bed, there’s a candy cane to suck beef jerky if you like lights are dead electricity in deficit someone else moans that pay off your desire close your eyes rise through the pneumatic door this flowering canoe is your dream now broken where the army…
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Library of Congress
Winter landscape The statue The disciple A point of age The traveller The ball poem Fare well The spinning heart Parting as descent Desires of men and women World-telegram Ancestor Boston Common: a meditation upon the hero The moon and the night and the men The enemies of angels Canto amour Young woman’s song The…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 119
George Washington has left to run a Cruz cigarettes to take a ton hard to the campaign against missiles against faces against the heft to abandon the relentless we according to pay their hide behind classified if they hide been if civilians senior months a bureaucracy that moves deploys fighters their weapons even below and…
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