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Wash them, wade them, try them on. step in mud and purge the flood. stitch them finely and still you have the same words in different shades. WORDS NEVER WEAR THAT GO TO NO WHERE. Wednesday, November 11, 2015. Has no place to rest his head. A servant of men? They say I do. I am a part of. When I left the man. I lost a warm mother. A fun group of people.
My attempts to make sense of Modern and Contemporary Poetry. Wednesday, April 27, 2011. People come in many colors, shapes, and sizes. They have adapted to radically different climates, unique political situations, and clashing worldviews. Therefore, it is always startling when some incident comes along and reveals that we are not so different after all.
Peculiar Poetry Philosophizing - ENGL 210. A center for discussion, musings, and ramblings about modern and contemporary poetry. English 210, Goshen College, Spring 2011. Tuesday, May 3, 2011. This will serve as an index once everything is posted.
Sporadic ramblings and reflections may or may not ensue. Wednesday, April 27, 2011. This was the question asked of our English class.
Bust the lock right off the door. Dreams that I had forgotten about. Dreams I dreamed ten years ago. In a time when there was no doubt. But even a bad influence. Peace is never far from right.
Reviews, reviews of reviews, comment and crankiness on poetry and the biz. Friday, December 31, 2010. Little as the Pill believes in universal or non- contingent. Kathleen Graber, The Eternal City. Smart is so very, very cool. A rare case in which contents matched up to the promise of compelling packaging. Derek Walcott, White Egrets.
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From the First Duino Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke. August 12, 2015 by Jane Beal. Time that we tenderly loosed ourselves. The way the arrow, suddenly all vector, survives the string. To be more than itself. Posted in The Daily Poems. July 28, 2015 by Jane Beal. Plan B Poem by Thomas Kellar. Posted in The Daily Poems. But sin, death, a.