AbundanceLandscape, bear this man an hour The leaf of blood is shaken Rest him in your lonely bower And let the world await himAbundance
Friends in o’ercrowded dusk Who meet, do palely file Beneath a sun as blued by dust With roses of Castile
Walled in by churchyard brier Eyed ever by the hoary wing Of moths that haunt the spiraea The friends behold a sorry thing
In a hole lies a lattice-man, bound In nature’s greenest tapers Befoul the vine and fen the ground For from them he was taken
Lay of the Honey-hiveMy first encounter with a bee was at an unusual moment in my young life. I’d just made my first homerun in tee ball and trotted to a standstill, feeling very accomplished, when I felt a tingling on my waist. I lifted my shirt to find a bee, its sting wedged firmly into my skin, and I promptly brushed it away, crushing it underfoot.Lay of the Honey-hive
It doesn’t make sense, I thought – how did the bee find its way there? What I was being told, gently I now realise, was that for each of life’s triumphs, a trial will be there, stinging at my waist. And some day, I will be the one who is crushed underfoot.
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Apologia
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Hey look there's Booby Bunny!
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My dear Aunt Augusta, I mean he was found out! The doctors found out that Bunbury could not live, that is what I mean - so Bunbury died
Firstly, I greatly appreciate your kind words regarding my work. It's evident that you understand the purpose of poetry, especially through your own work. You're not a fraudulent abuser of the written word, nor a literary blowhard obsessed with concrete form and correctness, thus I value your input greatly.
In terms of your poetry, what I appreciate most is the imagery, whereas a great deal of poetry obsesses over the verbatim expression of certain emotions. I prefer narrative works of poetry over anything else.
Much love from the UK
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Some girls wander by mistake.
your Australian admirer
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My dear Aunt Augusta, I mean he was found out! The doctors found out that Bunbury could not live, that is what I mean - so Bunbury died
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Sorry, I don't speak Spanish e yo no hablo inglés
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My dear Aunt Augusta, I mean he was found out! The doctors found out that Bunbury could not live, that is what I mean - so Bunbury died
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