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Poetry, my Ars Poeticaby Michael R. BurchPoetry, I found you where at last they chained and bound you;with devices all around you to torture and confo..
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StyxbyMichael R. BurchBlack waters, deep and dark and still.All men have passed this way, or will.NOTE: According to ancient Greek mythology, the Styx..
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Sunbathe,ozone baby,till your parched skin cracksin the white-hot flashof radiation.Incantationfrom your pale parched lipsshall not avail;you made thi..
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Mare Clausumby Michael R. BurchThese are the narrows of my soul:dark waters pierced by eerie, haunting screams.And these uncharted islands bleakly hom..
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for BethO, terrible angel,bright lover and avenger,full of whimsical light and vile anger;wild stranger,seeking the solace of night, or the danger;pal..
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Suddenly uncomfortableto stay at my grandfather’s house(actually his third new wife’s)in her daughter’s bedroom--one interminable su..
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Abideby Michael R. Burchafter Philip Larkin’s “Aubade”It is hard to understand or accept mortality"such an alien concept: not to be...
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1.Poetry, I found youwhere at last they chained and bound you;with devices all around youto torture and confound you,I found you -- "shivering, bare.2..
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We saw their pictures:tortured out of Our imaginationslike golems.We could not believein their frail extremitiesor their gaunt faces,pallid as Our dis..
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a young Romantic Poet mourns the passing of an age . . .
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