National Poetry Month

[eridani]

Poets who answer the poems of other poets. One example follows--any others?

The World Is Too Much With Us
William Wordsworth

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.



O Taste and See
Denise Levertov

The world is
not with us enough
O taste and see
the subway Bible poster said,
meaning The Lord, meaning
if anything all that lives
to the imagination’s tongue,
grief, mercy, language,
tangerine, weather, to
breathe them, bite,
savor, chew, swallow, transform
into our flesh our
deaths, crossing the street, plum, quince,
living in the orchard and being
hungry, and plucking
the fruit.

[cloudythescribbler]

1. Epitaph & some other poetry

EPITAPH

Here lies a rose that never blossomed.
It was weatherbeaten by gossip,
Crawled on by too many expectant ants
And killed by the insecticide that
(we were told)
Would save it.
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THE ANTICHRIST

That we should all die
So that He could live
And then forgive Him:
The Crowning Insult

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ODE TO MURIEL

Madame, your singing --
It dirties the windows,
Peels the paint from the walls
And puts stains in the carpet.

It sounds like the Angel of Death
Dragging someone's raw soul
Over the rusty gates
Of Hell
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But I have never been able to get any of my poetry published in any of the myriad of journals there are.
You don't need a media monopoly to have zero access.

CLOUDY THE SCRIBBLER