The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Mon 9/8/2008)

[RetroLounge]

Canto 31

I am a woman, grieving. I am a length
of coal. I seize with fever, I seethe.

What was hammered jasmine, coil
of cobalt and amber, is bone-filled,

rain-ravaged; what was golden, straw
and moss. I am a mass of asters, patched,

tattered. I am a rope of stone. The past
is a city burning. The past is a treeless

sweep of cold. What was shining is dun,
done. Mess of feathers on my doorstep,

once a bird, almost a bird. In the songless
rill of winter, I trembled, I wept. Then I

cast it back, into the wrack of matter,
the mangle of time. Which is to say:

in the blunt thumbed nub of silence,
I laid it by the cherry tree to die.

Sarah Murphy

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[blueraven95]

1. ...

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[RetroLounge]

6. ...

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[Tuesday Afternoon]

2. hmmm...

I take it there are 30 more Cantos.

poor bird.

[RetroLounge]

7. At least

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[YankeyMCC]

3. Hey there, interesting one thx! nt

[RetroLounge]

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[BlueIris]

4. Niiiiice. nt

[CaliforniaPeggy]

5. My dear Retro!

Now, when I grow up (and that's assuming I ever do) I want to write like this...

This is how real poets write!

Stunning...

Thank you...

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