the art of poetry isn’t hard to master make the syntax good and entertaining the gruesome heart of poetry's a disaster a meter errant makes the lines come faster an oxford thesaurus gets the listeners waning the art of poetry isn’t hard to master. a genius woke and saw a verse rush past her it only needed polishing and planing the gruesome heart of poetry, her disaster she left the oven on, it gassed her ever since her folk groan, paining the art of poetry isn’t hard to master. she saw her selves as coloured shapes in plaster and round her mind, were ghosts all weakly craning the gruesome heart of poetry brings disaster there’s not a lot of hope if we’re complaining for criticism from hidden ghosts is draining the art of poetry isn’t hard to master the gruesome signs of poetry bring disaster
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You make a good point about living with something and re-reading til boom–its meaning comes to you. I hope your day is going well. I’ll have to read some Plath.
Ariel is a great poem, “pivot of heels and knees”
Dearest Katheribne, One always feels–I do–that you’re saying something profound. I can’t always say I could paraphrase it, but I know it’s tthere, mixing something neutral ,as how to write a poem–to something foreboding, as poetry brings disaster. I like it. Best wishes.
David,I don’t always get it till weeks later.One I nearly deleted then several people liked it.I suppose w can’t always say it in another way.
I was thinking of Sylvia Plath