First she gave me the wound by accident.
Then the tourniquet she tied unwound by accident.
Your friend may want to start running.
I gave his scent to the hounds by accident.
Balloons on the mailbox, ambulance in the driveway.
Bobbing for apples I drowned by accident.
Did someone tell the devil we were building Eden?
Or did he slither on the [...]
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Representative Poetry Online
Published November 3rd, 2006 archive in Group 1, Jason and ethershop. 1 Comment http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/
I thought this would be a good place to share my favorite poetry site with some like-minded individuals. The RPO site has a large collection of major English-speaking poets from many eras. As it stands on canon, there are fewer present-day poets than might be desired by some, but there is no real use in expecting any [...]
A Marriage Must Be Worked At
Published October 30th, 2006 archive in Group 1, Jason and ethershop. 3 CommentsNewlyweds on the honeymoon trip,
they are trying to get
from one set of ruins to the next.
There were no double berths.
He took the top.
Now they are three feet apart.
Neither sleeping.
They are perfectly still,
hurtling over the landscape.
Michael Chitwood
Crazyhorse
Number 68
Fall 2005
A lot of times, a poem is ambiguous because it lacks narrative. Here, we see an ambiguity from [...]
http://www.poems.com/eidolter.htm
This poem bases itself on an odd premise from Euripides that I was unfamilar with until now; Helen never went to Troy at all, but instead the goddess Aphrodite replaced her with an illusion (an eidolon, or phantom).
What is painfully absent from this poem is how Helen feels about this. She is the speaker, but [...]
What the Gravedigger Needs
Published September 30th, 2006 archive in Group 1, Jason and ethershop. 3 CommentsTeuva, Finland
overalls
rubber boots
leather gloves
iron spear to loosen up the frozen ground
lantern
spade
length of rope
board to prevent mourners falling in
bicycle to go from grave to grave
Rachel Loden
New American Writing
Number 24, 2006
Is a list a poem? This poem makes it hard to argue otherwise. The items are well chosen, the list brief and pointed and powerful. Some have [...]
9/9, Thinking of My Brothers East of the Mountains
Published September 22nd, 2006 archive in Group 1, Jason and ethershop. 3 CommentsEach year on this auspicious day, alone and foreign
here in a foreign place, my thoughts of you sharpen:
far away, I can almost see you reaching the summit,
dogwood berries woven into sashes, short one person.
-Wang Wei
Translated by David Hinton
I’ve always been a person who likes short poetry, and short poetry has always found a welcome home [...]
I have seen with my own eyes doors so massive
that two men would have been required
to push open just one of them.
Bronze, grating over stone sills, or made of wood
from trees now nearly extinct.
Many things never to be seen again!
The fury of cavalry attacking at full gallop.
Little clouds of steam rising
from horse droppings
on most of [...]
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