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Crippled Poets

          Crippled Poets Among the earliest of lines to spring And linger utterly till now are long Ones drawn from blinded eyes.  The verses sing Like prophets’ spirits which must see.  A song Of guts, the gods, and marrow-spills came out From manly depths behind the...

Crippled Poets

        Crippled Poets Among the earliest of lines to spring And linger utterly till now are long Ones drawn from blinded eyes.  The verses sing Like prophets’ spirits which must see.  A song Of guts, the gods, and marrow-spills came out From manly depths behind the...

Backside Gas in that Jar Called Yale

Backside Gas in that Jar Called Yale One Harold Bloom says modern verse began In 1890—or about then.  That Is what one venerating friend claims.  Can That be?  Only an academic prat Could be so arrogant and blinkered.  I Say modern verse began at least as far Back...

Death Defied in the British Library

Death Defied in the British Library I sit across from Wayne, but decades on And much improved.  Not only young again, But cuter nose, and lips more cushion drawn, More velvet-shaped—too lovely, these, to deign To pray or sing a Sabbath verse.  The hair Is lovely,...

The Descent from the Scottish Highlands and Luzern

The Descent from the Scottish Highlands and Luzern Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The melodies that go on long and fine, And long and long, without a gap or pause Streamed out from Mendelssohn. An...

What Really Matters

  What Really Matters Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Heroic happenings in legends bear A factuality more sacred than Plain data. The cutting of Samson’s hair Is consequential to his threatened clan...