Me Oedipus Macbeth
Me Alice in Wonderland marry The Ancient Mariner
Me have Great Expectations for Les Misérables
Me Hobbit in Gormenghast
Me double plus ungood “don't panic”
Me Atlas Shrugged, The Edible Woman
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I wander through each chartered street
Whose woods these are, I think I know
I caught a tremendous fish
I heard a fly buzz———when I died
To the virgins to make much of time
what happens to a dream deferred
Oh, but it is dirty!
“The Yellow Wallpaper”
“A Hunger Artist”
“A Worn Path”
A&P
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory the old lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
RAGE RAGE
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RickthePoetWarrior (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: From my book How To Write Pro$eperly. This is from LESSON 10: Deep-Ending on Another Poet’s Head One word about ones reading of others’ prose: two. If you read it just once, one time only, you've likely missed something the writer was saying to you.
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Good luck with the book sales.
lol, a wonderful game
of name that famous line, but
I imagine in the context of your book
this will have a more solidified meaning
as you're exemplifying, while sampling
some of the most beloved works
in western literature's overflowing, Poetic's cannon..
a fun read, but I fear
you gave yourself a 'complex'
by starting
with that brilliant, cocktail
of a first line.. lol
personally I got real excited
when you included
the criminally underrated 'Elizabeth Bishop'
those cascading stanzas, from that poem
are one of the very best, to have ever been penned
(in my humble opinion)
thanks for sharing, a great poetic treat!
'Do they live in the station?
It has a cement porch
behind the pumps, and on it
a set of crushed and grease-
impregnated wickerwork;
on the wicker sofa
a dirty dog, quite comfy.
Some comic books provide
the only note of color--
of certain color. They lie
upon a big dim doily
draping a taboret
(part of the set), beside
a big hirsute begonia.
Why the extraneous plant?
Why the taboret?
Why, oh why, the doily?
(Embroidered in daisy stitch
with marguerites, I think,
and heavy with gray crochet.)
Somebody embroidered the doily.
Somebody waters the plant,
or oils it, maybe. Somebody
arranges the rows of cans
so that they softly say:
ESSO--SO--SO--SO
to high-strung automobiles.
Somebody loves us all.''
( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-2931 )
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