Yeah I know that every time I'm busy I give a poem. So sue me
Can't talk. Too busy. Sorry for short posts. Will stop with telegraph writing soon. Must eat- haven't all day. Have poem. Not mine: one of my professor's:Metaphysic, with Bird
A window allows
that stories
seldom
translate, that the verb falters.
O that it falters. And rises
From mud again.
That this window
allows a cardinal in the yard
to flash across a stretch of glass
and vanish
into eye and ear and heart
that follow feathers and light
to dreams of perfect bird,
perfect cardinal
in the yard
with mud and a verb-
to flash to fly to be
to God. Verb falters
when the window allows.
And rises.
Cheers, Dr. Marshall
posted by Emmett @ 22:32
4 Comments:
Oh come on guys, you say I'm never around and then you don't say anything for two days? Look-
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- this is my profesor, he's sad 'cause you don't like his poem. Try and cheer him up, okay? I'll post for real soon...
I will not agree to do a poetry explication on this (Black Rook *shudders*), but I will say that it's very beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
I think I actually get what it's talking about, too.
*wonders if you memorized it or if it was on a paper*
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