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A little alliteration ala Swinburne
I apologize for being so out of things and unresponsive lately. I am so deeply drenched in the depths of the unpoetic and pathetic linguistic that the pressure is poised to prompt me to implode. But I’m hoping to take a break from it all for a couple hours to do our thing thursday night.…
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Happy Birthday, Lawless
A poem in your honor:
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Next!
Does anyone have any suggestions for this thursday’s meeting? I was thinking that we could briefly revisit Mary Oliver first and then move onto the Dylan Thomas poem that Brian posted. This conveniently leaves the 2 graveyard poems Alan posted for the thursday prior to Christmas (or we could do something else). ….
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In a Disused Graveyard
Its worth contrasting Auden’s cemetary with Frost’s graveyard: In a Disused Graveyard by Robert Frost The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never anymore the dead. The verses in it say and say: “The ones who living come today To read the…
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Island Cemetery
I have mentioned a couple of Auden poems from Homage to Clio, the book from which came The More Loving One. Here is one of them that I like a lot. My only trouble with it is the “thank our lucky star” line. Was this less of a cliche when the poem was written or…
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Poet: 1935
Poet: 1935 by Dylan Thomas See, on gravel paths under the harpstrung trees He steps so near the water that a swan’s wing Might play upon his lank locks with its wind, The lake’s voice and the rolling of mock waves Make discord with the voice within his ribs That thunders as heart thunders, slows…
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Unfortunate
Unfortunate by Rupert Brooke Heart, you are as restless as a paper scrap That’s tossed down dusty pavements by the wind ; Saying, ‘She is most wise, patient and kind. Between the small hands folded in her lap Surely a shamed head may bow down at length, And find forgiveness where the shadows stir About…
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Snippets
From my law school applications: Lines Written Upon Reading the Caption Below a Picture of Natalie Portman with Her Hand Down the Back of Her Jeans, which Said Something about Ants in Her Pants by Me, Unfortunately Let us make haste, depart ; she will not dance. Let us quaff our drinks and leave for…
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Where and Bueno?
Jon’s place. 6:30. Bueno.
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This Thursday
The poems: The Sun, Mary Oliver/A Leave-Taking, Algernon Swinburne We can do my place or whatever is most convenient…. If people have opinions, please post comments.