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The Moon

I’d tear it down stone by stone.
I’d scar the heavens so even angels understood.
I’d desecrate the emblem of the alone.
And in the rubble find the loss of what could…

Perspective: ‘A Talisman’ BY MARIANNE MOORE

Under a splintered mast,
Torn from ship and cast
Near her hull,

A stumbling shepherd found
Embedded in the ground,
A seagull

Of lapis lazuli,
A scarab of the sea,
With wings spread—

Curling its coral feet,
Parting its beak to greet
Men long dead.

By Marianne Moore

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From Paper Thin Lyrics

Not so deep as he had hoped,
but deeper than he thought,
and further than the lusting gaze
of foreign lovers sought.
Every poet has his deaths
(herein the po’try lies),
and at the end of a glazed mind
can meaning yet arise.

Propaganda

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Night Owl

It’s hard to write
from here.
And it’s hard to read
from here. (more…)

PERSPECTIVE: ‘The Sound of Silence’ by Paul Simon

My Old Friend (more…)