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Their Beauty Almost Stings

   Their Beauty Almost Stings Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The birds and insects get it right.  The male Outshines in colors female beauty.  Gold, The females seem to be the richest.  Hail The...

To Hold Infinity in the Eyelids

To Hold Infinity in the Eyelids Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem    The carved Buddha lies, His eyelids in a straight line To infinities. ~ Seiho [Englished by Phillip Whidden] Do straight lines lead to...

Kimberley Pickaxing

         Kimberley Pickaxing Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Two younger readers of the poet ask Him how he wangles quite so many lines, So many sonnets, villanelles.  That task Is not so great.  He just...

Jehovah Isn’t Buddha with his Prayer Wheels

  Jehovah Isn’t Buddha with his Prayer Wheels Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  So why do people pray when they want God To give a favor?  He is said to be A God of love.  Perhaps it is an odd Thing...

Do Not Fling Poetry into Foolishness

Do Not Fling Poetry into Foolishness The poet Merwin thinks about the whim That language uses us.  He doesn’t say That this is just a playful notion.  Slim That whimsy, though of course it’s fun to play With half-time silliness.  Yet then the game Is quite another...

Lunar Martyr

        Lunar Martyr Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  He thought of just this one, this one, this one — Again — Again — AGAIN — as if insane With love, or something, powerfully as a gun That blasts away...