New York, mire,
New York, mire and death.
What angel is hidden in your cheek?
Whose perfect voice will sing the truths of wheat?
Who, the terrible dream of your stained anemones?
Not for a moment, Walt Whitman, lovely old man,
have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies,
nor your corduroy shoulders frayed by the moon,
nor your thighs pure as Apollo's,
nor your voice like a column of ash,
old man, beautiful as the mist,
you moaned like a bird
with its sex pierced by a needle.
Enemy of the satyr,
enemy of the vine,
and lover of bodies beneath rough cloth...
Lorca
- Member since August 27, 2003.
- I'm a gasoline dream poet for 1,778 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "well he can't be a man cos he doesn't smoke the same cigarettes as me".
- I am a 21 year old woman from Connecticut (United States)
- I am in the groups Ink Angels Contributing members
- I have 1,778 comments, 7 contests, 223 poems
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I try to be reasonable but it’s hard when everything is an omen:17 lines, 5 comments, September 6, 2009
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even if I wanted to31 lines, 1 comment, June 6, 2009
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randomatic : blast from the past on June 18, 2009i sent you a message the other day. not sure if you got it. hi.
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erasing0180 on March 1, 2009Hey there. I Haven't been on AP in a while. Hopefully, if you stay active on here and I do - I've been on timeout for all of grad school - we'll stay in touch artistically via that. If you ever decide to drop out of AP, I hope you drop me a line with an email address or a link to your new publishing place.
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HopelessPoet1087 on October 24, 2008love your page and youre poery is awesome
