Fall into the tomb,
and crawl through the raven-winged gates
into the garden of asphodels
Red-eyed child, a broken saint,
are you sick of cruel bindings
that string dead literature and
the stars together
Will you find roses in ash?
It was sometime last year
the leaves began to change
and you waited by the garden of heads
for a lover to bring you to death
Yet the kingdom of grass is a story told
to reconcile those in fire
Child, lay down and sleep
in piss-sour dirt
and pull the nightshade
with you, deep into the grave.
A contest entry
- Contest for free verse poems... PW of Oct'08 is allowed by Manoj Sanyal.
370 points, ended October 18, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Not very clear... I have to re-read this.
Good luck,
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Poetry isn't ever "clear". Even William Carlos Wiliam's The Red Wheelbarrow is complex and ambiguous, full of things the average reader doesn't know. Poetry is like that. "Clear" poetry is usually simple, void of literary/socio-cultural/historical references, etc...
Take what you wish from this, and other poetry, and if it's just clarity and imagery you seek, then fine - oh well.
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I just said that I shall re-read it as in first reading it is not clear to me.... nothing more..... and you have given me a big lecture about poetry and poetics....
Anyway.... what to say more!!!
Best wishes
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