Tag: literature
group name: criticscorner
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September 21, 2006 08:01 PM EDT --
The wind walks through the rooms,
brushing against the curtains,
and fingering the pages of a long neglected book.
Is it interested in the life it temporarily troubles, . . . more
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August 23, 2007 12:04 PM EDT --
I noticed him, unwillingly, like a speck of dust
caught, carelessly, in the corner of my eye.
As children go, he was unremarkable,
except for the concentration of his stare
upon a dot of nothing, . . . more
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August 24, 2006 10:41 PM EDT --
It is the long armed ladies, in short chemises,
couched in disarming hair and following conversations,
whose obsequious obeisance to their own beauty,
catches the unwary eye, and lets death fall upon . . . more
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August 24, 2006 10:52 PM EDT --
You were always waiting for something, weren't you?
Waiting for the sun to slowly descend
from its chariot for a chance chat?
Was it that, or was it something else, perhaps?
The low, longing . . . more
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September 29, 2006 10:16 PM EDT --
I call you my bones,
because you are my structure.
This is why I grasp at the mean hours between us,
like a fool following pages
. . . more
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March 14, 2007 11:36 PM EDT --
(Triste; apass.)
. . . . more
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August 04, 2006 10:27 PM EDT --
My lines will not be rhymed
in perfectly parsed phrases;
I do not abide by mechanical meters
turned on a ladle, or commas that dangle
at the end of sentimental sentences,
soothing to dumb ears.
No, my . . . more
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October 13, 2006 10:25 PM EDT --
He'd always be sitting on the bench at the corner of campus,
near the train station and coffee shop, now gone, at which college
students talked Sartre, Pound, Economics and Physics.
He was always in . . . more
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November 05, 2006 10:29 PM EST --
I have no lyre,
nor ear for the music
of the spheres.
I have not come,
contemplative Milton,
to discover Satan
in the caverns of Cromwell.
Nor for the somnolent
caves of Keats,
do I long to meet,
my daydream's . . . more
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May 31, 2007 10:44 PM EDT --
Cherry blossoms:
A spring storm of pink snow falls from the improvised arbor along West 14th street, whilst the mist, cradled by the cold breeze, clings closely to slick knees and disembodied guests gathering . . . more
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June 26, 2007 07:52 PM EDT --
Awaking Echo
Echo’s hollow bones holler with the wind,
reverberating sound in the final syllable.
There are no reeds more perfect,
no auditorium more precise
than the empty hills of Aelesium, . . . more
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June 30, 2007 11:30 PM EDT --
Between the late sea air of Autumn
and the frigid blast of a midsummer squall,
there is such scarce contrast
that one doubts the sense in seasons,
or the reasons for well kept calendars counting
days in . . . more
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December 17, 2007 07:49 PM EST --
Sometimes it takes an effort, unknown,
To see a human being as a human being,
To see them for the fragile organic consciousness
That they are, so easily harmed by an unkind word,
Or an offhanded remark, . . . more
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January 29, 2007 08:33 PM EST --
There was a time when joy seemed ever near;
a joy that though occasionally colored by distress, was strong and virulent,
infectious, a pestilential joy, infecting every changing hue of the dimming day, . . . more
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February 08, 2007 10:05 PM EST --
The wind whispers secrets to passing strangers,
caressing confessing lips and fingers,
malingering against the day’s dissipation,
the tide’s collapse, the convulsive sighs
of forlorn lovers . . . more
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October 04, 2007 08:12 PM EDT --
The paraffin sun sits, uncomfortable,
behind Q-tip clad clouds gathering gray beards
for an early Autumn storm.
The 1989 omnisuccess project has been
interminably stalled on account of inefficient
evolution . . . more
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July 16, 2006 02:25 PM EDT --
To John F. Walter
(Argument)
what
was not
isn't is
in the
infinitive
"to be"
when
the substantive
why wasn't
wound
around
itself,
(inter
ogative
ly).
"I"
will not
punctuate . . . more
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September 21, 2006 08:30 PM EDT --
The whimsical man wonders around the corners of words,
seeking meaning in the shadows between pages,
walking in the winking of an eye,
between dark and light, in the dust,
brushed off, by a lingering lash. . . . more
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May 02, 2007 07:31 AM EDT --
I
The morning birds
churlishly waking . . . more
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March 15, 2006 02:39 AM EST --
Bubbles await her
Cleansing waters - desert Spring
A new beginning
more
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