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for no real poem has a first lineany more than a real bookhas a first pageit comes out of a dark lost forestor a bright unknowing cloudor an..

Sometimes there'sjust a blank in the mind - no poem...

Yesterday evening, it rainedcats and dogs. The nightwas plaintive. And even afterwe'd swept them all up andfound homes for them,bandaged their paws..

The thing is,a poem 'means' what it means to each reader,not your poetry teacher,not the guys who call themselves critics,it's democracy come at last..

The poet sat by the babbling brookwhence all but he had fled;the poet babbled on; the brook,dried up and long since dead.

They emerge; and as they do,your whole world is re-shaped;you’re stunned - as Adam must have been -with the miracle of birth;They come as miniature..

In the list of human indulgences,‘perceived insults’ rank high in personal irresponsibility:it’s when you take offence on behalf of anotherwhom you..

Pain. Pain in the body.Pain in the mind.Pain. Feel the pain.Go to the centre of it.In the centre, a flame.A cool, warm, steady, white, white flameso..

and the gift is notthe writing, but the knowing,knowing poetrypoems come and gobut the knowing staysand grows; ask them,they know that knowing.

Orfeo shone.He shone as music shines.His shining, not the beauty of his radiant body;it was the shining beauty of his humility.And his humility –..

My granma, whose skills are legend,taught me beside these skillsthat only granmas knowher secret name she uses when she writes her poems.It's..

One word...poetry in notion;reminds you ofyour deepest fears;thus inferred,deep as the ocean,full of the dampness ofdisappointed tears...too..

To say the leastabout the mostand have it known -that's poetry;one tear, one laughmay be enough

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and since then,angels about their businessknow we speak their namemore intensely; they, closerto a human cry;words too,more proud to be..

Dear Friends –for friends you are, and friendsyou will remain –I’m not sending any cards this year –so of course, I do not deserve to receive any,by..

'Speak up - no need to shout -I'm not THAT deaf! '- do I have real reason to complain,if years of partial listening have broughtnow partial hearing..

Icarushas had a bad pressthroughout historyas some sort of moral metaphorfor a man who challengedIntelligent Designand/or the godsand failed, in a..

In all my mean and leaden days on earthI did not glory; lived in dismal dearth;To sing life's glory now I'll seek, these days;to find a greater life..

I never thought it would happen to me…so, I wouldn’t have been reading this poem…but now it seems it has. And nowI’m writing it. Or trying to. Big..

I guess I thought old agewould bring some answers.But no - it's rich in questions;and not all of themabout Me.

I'm still sharp on memories, and appointments,but don't remember names any more...at least, not until 14 hours later when it's too late...My good..

no of courseI can’t prove itwhat sort of aquestion is that?it flew through too quicklybut right through meleaving a memoryof somethingand so I said..

[The names and some of the details of this report have been changed to protect the identities of the persons involved - Ed.]Yes I'm afraid so.Mr..

It’s a gentle green in colour,sits on the shelf, still, contained,containing, and content;around it, another worldis playing out its immortal role,in..