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establishes their special character: metaphors for poetry have, themselves, a kind of lyric status, existing ... modern poetry are those that offer a metaphor for poetry itself. Readers who could not remember another ... line by Archibald MacLeish can remember that poetry is a fruit. And readers with no particular taste ...
dance at my funeral? What carries my grave to the mountain? A man grows old. He has to hold the ... written at Mecca). Late Spring rattles my lips, thunder of being young before you leave Greece: ... governs my soul espoused to his lordship I lie alone. Whose grace rings the bells under my eyelids? Who ...
either. It just stayed exactly the way it was when we put it into the ground. My grandfather came once ... "I'm pleased the old man isn't here to see this," my mother would say. At a quarter ... to three my mother brought out tea and a plate of biscuits. "You know," she said ...
a character: On display in my study are an oval portrait of my great-grandfather, who fought in the wars of ... things.... "Here my great-grandfather lay down his sword, which saw action throughout the continent. ... Here I have pondered the past and have compiled my books. I can almost say I've never been ...
Winter 1995/96
Berryman's The Dispossessed? I'd bet fewer than 1,000. The first edition of my new book is 7,500. ... And Sharon Olds and Adrienne Rich outsell me; they must do 10,000 of theirs. My editor told me the ... naysayers, but it's not true. Patrick Malcor: You said that there is no specific style of poetry ...
sidewalk; shock-headed poets; the cornucopia cracked before the funeral went by; paraffin roses with their ... used to soliloquy, like myself: All goes mealy and white in my thought. Cane-juice and pineapple candy ... my words. My teeth tum to gold in the corn kernels. In the vat's fermentation I groan for ...
Peter Pan, it extends J. M. Barrie’s characters and comments on the whole enterprise, expanding the ... story—not radically, but enough to pique our interest. Its diction and language are those of poetry in both ... style and structure, and as the story has the characters grow up, it becomes more poetic. “He will come ...
toward the airport & a man beside him said it must be a funeral. A light flashed on in his brain. ... If cars moving slowly meant a funeral, then fast meant life, the future, the tyranny of time. Slow ... meant the past, a flower's wilting. & so he saw funerals all the way out of town. Next ...
a Chicago hospital before my father flew up to accompany him on a final flight back to San Francisco. Fritz ... died less than a month later and his funeral service was at the Neptune Club in San Francisco. It was ...
Winter 2004
Page 68 from Issue 118 40 Billy Sanders lives above a funeral home and stinks like dead people. He ... "Go out the back window!" so I do and climb down the trellis and twist my ankle and limp ... across the alley, my name following me around shadows, the big red moon hanging an inch or two above my ...

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