"Poetry comes at things through particulars, by means of images, and it doesn't deal so easily with generalities. Its mode is to cherish without limit. You could say it is idolatrous art. Some poems, the great poems, are true to their specific situations deep down, but they also have a universal quality that lets them live again and again, even in apparently unrelated circumstances." -Galway Kinnell
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
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the rust freckled barbed wire, keeping out no one, thick as thirst
Swiped this very morning from The Writer's Almanac. The real poet is Gary Short, of whom I know absolutely nothing, but his poem "Dust" just knocked my figurative socks off.
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Swiped this very morning from The Writer's Almanac. The real poet is Gary Short, of whom I know absolutely nothing, but his poem "Dust" just knocked my figurative socks off.
Joe Bob says, "Check it out."
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