(Originally Written October 7, 2009 in the Journal)
For Sale A poem by Robert Lowell
I like this line:
"Read, afraid
of living alone till eighty
mother mooned in a window,
as if she had stayed on a train,
one stop past her destination"
The Bagel A poem by David Ignatow
This was funny, truly absurd and funny. I wonder if there was even a deeper meaning.
Roses and Revolutions A poem by Dudley Randall
The first line is excellent - "Musing on roses and revolutions"
With my crowbar key A poem by William Stafford
"Making my home in Vertigo
I pray with screams
And think with my hair
Prehensile in the dark with fear"
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