Patchwork Poetry
 
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

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Mary Sauve