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This is a sonnet about the task of "forging" formal poems, like sonnets. It is also an extended metaphor, with the "gray matter" being the brain, the ..
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Fountainheadby Michael R. BurchI did not delight in love so muchas in a kiss like linnets' wings,the flutterings of a pulse so softthe heart remembers..
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Kinby Michael R. Burchfor Richard Moore1.Shrill gulls,how like my thoughtsyou, struggling, riseto distant bliss --the weightless blue of skiesthat are..
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Ordinary Loveby Michael R. BurchIndescribable--our love--and still we saywith eyes averted, turning out the light,"I love you," in the ordinary wayand..
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Let this bodybe dewin a field of wildflowers.�Tembo (1740-1823), loose translation byMichael R. BurchA willow branchunable to reach the waterat..
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From depthsunfathomably cold:the oceans roar!�Kasenjo (d. 1776), loose translation byMichael R. BurchToday Mount Hiei’s skywith a quick c..
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Once againthe melon-cool moonrises above the rice fields.�Tanko (1665-1735), loose translation byMichael R. BurchAt long last I depart:above me..
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Zen Death Haiku & Related Oriental PoemsThe night is clear;the moon shines quietly;the wind strums the trees like lyres ...but when I’m gone..
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Trembleby Michael R. BurchHer predatory eye,the single feral iris,scans.Her raptor beak,all jagged sharp-edged thrust,juts.Her hard talon,clenched in ..
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She Was Very Strange, and BeautifulbyMichael R. BurchShe was very strange, and beautiful,like a violet mist enshrouding hillsbefore night fallswhen th..
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