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More in The Lilly Pad The Silver Apples of the MoonIf you haven't already.... READ YEATS
How many stems twisted To determine the letter Of my (Ouija/Tarot) fate? Hours hurried by By (bye-bye) Attention span authorities Keeping time in order Order in time My shoulders tired from hunching To make room for the waste of others I was waste wasted Like a mountain climbing dolphin A deluged butterfly Or a Tyger Tyger burning bright In the earth’s atmosphere upon re-entry my beauty was waste wasted Like a fossilized peacock When they saw my bones, would they know how bright my feathers were? I follow the glimmering girl I pray she has not gone too far. |
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1- Alcuin of York
on June 17 2007
I haven’t read Yeats, but I will. In any case, your poem should stand on its own as well, and overall I think it does so rather well. I like your assonances, and the style of their use, which I have also become attracted to in my own writing lately. I see a lot of other places where the lines could be tightened a bit here and there. I also like the way you placed, “Like a fossilized peacock” in it’s own strophe, serving to complete the thoughts of the ones before and after.
I think you’re developing an interesting approach, and I hope you keep perfecting it so we can enjoy more of these.
Alcuin