Tag: poems
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Mirrors & Myths.
This is the creature there has never been. They never knew it, and yet, nonetheless, they loved the way it moved, its limber neck, its very gaze, mild and serene. Not there, because they loved it, it behaved as though it were. They always left some space. And in that clear unpeopled space they saved…
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Field of Magnetic Impulses.
I would like to be Mercutio. Among his virtues, I admire above all his lightness, in a world full of brutality, his dreaming imagination- as the poet of Queen Mab- and at the same time his wisdom, as the voice of reason amid the fanatical hatreds of Capulets and Montagues. He sticks to the old…
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Death and the Poet.
He was seen walking only with Her, and unafraid of her scythe. – The sun now on tower after tower, hammers on anvils – anvil on anvil, of the forges. Federico was speaking flattering Death. She listened. ‘Yesterday in my verse, friend, the clap of your dry palms sounded, you gave ice to my song,…
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blues lovin’ fools.
Today was, for all kinds of reasons and many years ago, an important day in this life. I don’t have very many of those, and my way of dealing with momentousness is to find writing that will remind me of the day (so here we go again). Out of the chaos of my doubt…
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Parting Salvo.
As people I love and grew up with hit the merry mid ’20s, all one can be expected to do is to furnish them with poems in their revelry. This is the last hurrah for 2010 (well, as far as I remember; my memory is terrible at birthday-documentation.) This one is for someone whom, if…