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O you, who hears in scattered verse the sound Of all those sighs with which my heart I fed, When I, by youthful error was misled, Unlike my present self in passion drowned; Who hears... More »
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On mornings without pain, I rise and walk Along grey water's edge before the dawn I ask the sea and sky, "where have you gone?" We used to walk together and we talked. All by... More »
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'Twixt the hurting and the hurt Falls the great divide. The child in the chalk circle. There is poison in everything. You say The weed at the heart of the world Spreads a shadow over... More »
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We bought stale bread to feed the ducks on Fridays. After school. Mom took us to the Mill Pond. I liked the Mallards best, the drakes green heads, The leaf dappled brown backs of the... More »
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Unwritten rules abound in Poetry. This thing is only what we make of it. While every writer struggles to break free From Rules, we also try to make thoughts fit Conventions of language for others... More »
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A trickle of sweat ran behind my ear While i hit rocks with an old baseball bat. I did that in the corn fields every year, When I was young, but now i'm done with... More »
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