A poem in search of a reader.
Emily Reckoned--"Poets first."
And Second: "The Sun."
Then, "Summer" --Then, "Heaven."
And then--she was done.
And then she repudiates,
the latter three-
Too caught up--
in her own majesty.
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I can appreciate ...
your technique and your content of your little poem and you sure did a better job at displaying your thoughts then she did with all of her misplaced capitals. But ... (always pay close attention whenever somebody says " B U T "... I feel that she, Emily, was not caught up in her own majesty but ... and I quote:
"The Others look a needless Show—
So I write—Poets—All—"
She was in my humble opinion sharing how "poets" were those who understood her and she could relax awhile and enjoy the warmth of knowing them year round as for the others ... well, I don't think she gave a rat's ass for them. She did love her teacher you know ... only he moved to Paris, where the real poets and artists hung out! Lucky duck! quack, quack.
I hope you don't mind that I posted a link to this page of yours in my comment over there. Seeing as how I was the first to comment it make take years for folks to click back over here to this your brilliant summantion. j
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Thanks, no one will ever click on it anyway. This poem will be long deleted, maybe me long turned to dust before anyone would. lol I've no idea what I was trying to prove with this poem. Just playing I guess.
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