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Snodgrass sang just last night to me and me and me alone, i think his eyes parsed me and my delight from that small crowd to understand my heart. my very heart, alone A bearded poet preaching sight through ordered thought, and words his eyes caught mine, i know i'm right, each verse, so crafted and well planned for my heart, my very heart alone. They are wrong, all those who might steal those pure moments and think his eyes caught theirs; but his sound-bites nipped the gentle small and swelled it grand for my heart, my very heart alone Snodgrass sang just last night to me and me and me alone, i think his lips know not my name by sight his verse, so crafted and well planned for my heart, my very heart alone. Files
Comments![]() I am delighted to say that I, reading Snodgrass after our discussion yesterday, am fairly well convinced that he may -- just may -- be nearly as good as I am. (Actually he's rather brilliant and a pleasure to read.) It's very fitting that you've written this in form, you've captured a lyricism you leave latent a little too often. (Apologies for the alliteration, not intentional I assure you.) Consider: "They are wrong, all those who might"; "steal those moments pure and think", maybe even "each verse, meticulously planned" (there's nothing specifically wrong with that line as it stands, it's just a bit bleh to use "so" as an adjective). "nipped the gentle small and swelled it grand" is very long and cumbersome, I'm not entirely sure what to suggest though. If you were inclined, you might think of another adjective for "heart" other than "very", though the line is good. You should listen to beardie guys sing more often, they bring out some good poetry. |
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