The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Sat 9/27/2008)

[RetroLounge]

Evening IV

Walking the long blocks home after work
On my feet I am the child coming home from school,
An embarrassing thought the way it means
My wife’s my mother and not my daughter’s.

Late autumn evening the sun quits early,
The porch lights turn on, and the leaf-
Strewn sidewalks alert family dogs
To your presence along the property lines.

This is good you believe, another proof
Your existence on earth is not wholly imagined,
Like those late night talks in the common room
…if I died in the city and nobody saw me.

If I die in the city and nobody claims me,
Let four trash collectors haul away my body,
Leave me rot in the pit at the edge of the city.
Tell them I was born to be great but never born.

Stuart Dischell

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Read Evening here:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x8119106

Read Evening II here:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x8121789

Read Evening III here:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x8124447

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RL

[Tuesday Afternoon]

1. yes.

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[RetroLounge]

2. ...

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RL

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. My dear Retro...

Ah, now, this one is tinged with sadness...

Just beautiful...

Thank you!

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[RetroLounge]

6. ...

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RL

[Chorophyll]

4. ...

Don't know what to say about these poems except that every one of them has produced chills.

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[RetroLounge]

7. ...

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RL

[BlueIris]

5. Oh, dear.

That's a very solemn one for Saturday morning, I think.

[RetroLounge]

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RL