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The Luxury of Peace

      The Luxury of Peace Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Long centuries before the growth of hate...

Metallic Heroes Did not Dare to Turn their Backs

  Metallic Heroes Did not Dare           to Turn their Backs Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Bronze swords, and shields, and helmets with their crests They wore while slicing men with wounds and death....

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,...