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Poem of The Day
By Yvor Winters
This is the terminal: the light
Gives perfect vision, false and hard;
The metal glitters, deep and bright.
Great planes are waiting in the yard—
They are already in the night.
And you are here beside me, small,
Contained and fragile, and intent
On things that I...
Gives perfect vision, false and hard;
The metal glitters, deep and bright.
Great planes are waiting in the yard—
They are already in the night.
And you are here beside me, small,
Contained and fragile, and intent
On things that I...
Poem of The Day
From the magazine:Human Torpedo
By Jan Beatty
I was launched below the water’s surface towards a target.
I was born from a hired gun & wet desire.
5…
I was born from a hired gun & wet desire.
5…
Poem of The Day
By Julian T. Brolaski
who by the time it arrived
had made its plan heretofore
stonewall it had not a penny
thats not true it had several pennies
can you make a sovereign nation a national park how condescending
instead just tell them to honor the treaty
what can poetry...
had made its plan heretofore
stonewall it had not a penny
thats not true it had several pennies
can you make a sovereign nation a national park how condescending
instead just tell them to honor the treaty
what can poetry...
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Bad verse traditionally characterized by clichés, clumsiness, and irregular meter. It is often unintentionally humorous. The “giftedly bad” William McGonagall was an accomplished doggerelist, as demonstrated in “The Tay Bridge Disaster”:
It must have been an awful sight,
To witness in the dusky moonlight,
While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,
Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
I must now conclude my lay
By telling the world…
It must have been an awful sight,
To witness in the dusky moonlight,
While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,
Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
I must now conclude my lay
By telling the world…
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From the Poetry Magazine Archive
- PoemFrom the magazine:
Turnstile Jumping
By Janelle Tanthe card machine is broken again.
on the platform, a boy
jumps the turnstile behind me.
i notice him, walking toward the tracks
with no look back.
some days the turnstiles swing forward,
and i don’t look back.
some days by the emergency exit a hand on... - PoemFrom the magazine:
notes on domesticity
By t’ai freedom fordthere are no spoons left too much tasting & stirring the eggs
are cooked just so & speckled white with goat cheese but’ve gone
cold, of course as always but the toast is warm & unburnt
fake butter buttered smeared with jammy fruit... - PoemFrom the magazine:
Queer Appalachia
By RK FauthTake me to the holler.
I want to see the cows
Big Mamaw’s grave and
something about tobacco fields.
I don’t recall all you said at Barley’s, but you
introduced yourself with an anecdote
about toothbrushes made from
chewed-up willow branches and
coyotes loping along a
wooded backyard—Uncle Clark’s
and...
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