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Post
Modern
i have looked down the saddest
city lane (R.Frost)
the scent is raw, it slices
through
(A.
Marriott)
like a sled across snow;
when its runners are frozen (P.K.Page)
he knew human folly like
the back of his hand (W.H. Auden)
was he free? was he happy?
the question is absurd: (W.H.
Auden)
not for ambition or bread
(D. Thomas)
the cyanide jar seals life,
as sonnets move (M. Avison)
buzz in my ear-drums while
the devil's long (R.
Lowell)
i hear my being dance from
ear to ear
(T.
Roethke)
sabbatical and clumsy, like
the white haloes (A.M. Klein)
but it takes a willing
pupil (J. Macpherson)
after the first death,
there is no other
(D.
Thomas)
quiet the dog, tether the
pony (W.B. Yeats)
wrench from the stars their
momentary calm (D. Livesay)
my life will shut very
beautifully, suddenly (e.e.
cummings)
M.
Hlusko |
Metaphysical
Go, and catch a falling
star (Donne)
Whose light doth trample
on my days: (Vaughan)
How vainly men themselves
amaze. (Marvell)
And good as guardian angels
are, (Cowley)
If they are so,flatteries
work as far. (Donne)
I must love her, that loves
not me, (Donne)
A mile or two from my first
love;(Vaughan)
Dark beneath but bright
above, (Marvell)
Well then! I now plainly
see, (Cowley)
Some senseless piece does
this place be. (Donne)
Light hath no tongue,but
is all eye,(Donne)
Because it shows the way,
(Vaughan)
To walk and pass our long
love's day; (Marvell)
And in these weaker glories,
cry; (Cowley)
When I died last, and,
dear, I die. (Donne)
J.
Fabian |