"Poetry Lesson," Fifty Years Later

And yet, we still know something 

Of that bittersweet ambivalence— 

 

The draining out of love in syllables 

Taught us, among other things, silence 

 

And how we talked our way around it.

 

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Abominable Welcome Of A Dangling Postmodern Poetic Modifier

Being 

 

Wrapped up 

Snugly 

 

In the mind of a snowman, 

The wintry 

 

Reception could not 

Put the indefatigable 

 

Raucous rapper’s cool 

Red-hot delivery 

 

On ice. 

 

 

 

 

Coleridge On Why His "Rime Of The Ancient Mariner" Turned Out To Be So Long And Drawn-Out

Oh, I’d have finished it 

Straightway in a high romantic fit 

Alright but for that hellish albatross 

That hung round brooding 

Over my best laid plans,

Not to mention those 

Spent endless days 

Soul searching damnable 

Interminable nights,

And bearings too loose

To set my course aright.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unwavering Rustic Song Of Heraclitus

Concurrently caught  

 

In the babbling 

Brook, the rippling yet 

Still clear reflection 

 

Of that brooding 

Face swaying this 

Way and that, 

 

And the clinging,

Beckoning music 

Of reeds firmly 

 

Stuck in muck. 

 

 

 

Fat Chance, Moneybags

Supine in a frozen greenback trance, 

You’re nailed to the earth still banking 

 

On the hoarfrost round your body 

To stand up and dance. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Naysayers' Ars Poetica

The real reason 

People don’t get poetry— 

 

It’s much easier not to 

Ask yourself why. 

 

 

 

 

Not All Greek, Yet--

—for my niece Tanja, 

whose heart most certainly is. 

 

 

To not know 

A word the old 

 

Woman’s saying but 

To feel her hand 

 

On your forehead talking 

A language 

 

Both of you understand.