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A Bit of Emily...

  Shall I take thee, The Poet said
  To the propounded word?
  Be stationed with the Candidates
  Till I have finer tired -

  The Poet searhed Philology
  And when about to ring
  For the suspended Candidate
  There came unsummoned in -

  That portion of the Vision
  The Word applied to fill
  Not unto nomination
  The Cherubim reveal -


     -- Emily Dickinson's Poem's
     (Final Harvest,
        ed/sel by: Thomas H. Johnson)

(Ah Emily!  If ever there was the true
            incantation of the spirt of
            the muses, 'tis she, indeed.
            In deed, 
                      in spirit, 
                                   in elan.

The First 3 Poems of the m-a-c site
(Of course, Ozy was the first)...

Slow Dance

Selections from Gary Snyder's:  Turtle Island

Percy Shelly's   Ozymandius





more poems follows, but first
this word from ... (ahem)  "me"  (cough, bargle) ...
     Local Beat-nik poetry
     A flow of poems from ...2000/Oct/25
     A Second flow of poems... 2000/Dec/02
     Flow 3 ... 2000/Dec/10
     Bon hiver!
         Mostly Nature: A flow from Summer (in progress)
     Autumn 2001

Poems from 2001:

     Hopes for a Millenium that began 2001...
     The War Mask (the masque of war)
     Thanks Giving 2001

2002: New hopes, new fears

     Paris 2002:  A Poet's Holiday.  (or there and back again)

     Flow of August 2002:  The Poet's Pledge, etc


2003:  Times of trial, times of tribulation, times of wonder.


2004:  A year of silence for a fallen poet

    A rocky vision



2005:  Turmoil, tumult, but....



2006:  Aces wild, and three-eyed Jacks



2007:  Of wars and rumours of warz



2008:  Much confusions, and a people's march



2009:  Of symbols and crosses borne



2010:  IT CAME FROM SPACE!



2011:  The Gravy Train


2012:  And the man dances at last



2013:  Not yet a prime time



2014:  ?



Other stuff:

     An Elegy to a Fallen Worker
     Awake, Oh Poet!
     Songs of Jockie Bear
     The Path of the Poet
     Some Post-Modern Pseudo-Feminist Poetry

Epitaphs...

     The Continuance





From Ursula K. Le Guin's:  The Lathe of Heaven

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:  Excelsior!

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

 href="./ee.htm">Senior E.E. (e.e. cummings)

 href="./frost.htm">Robert Frost

 href="./parker.htm">Dorthy Parker

 href="./paz.htm">Octavio Paz

Edgar Allan Poe

Walt Whitman


William Butler Yeats



Remainder of the File is just some blurble that seems persistent

A Brief Note for Non-poets that see no sense
in all of this.  (The ONLY appology you'll
ever get from me)...

(for the rest uv us,
there is no more that need be said,
in any century or year un-bound,
or even in quiet-moments (in deepest intro-spection .


*(|and all of you know HOW i yearned to hyphen-ate and re-phrase

But.

Here I am.
Just a lowley editor.


   There is no greater way,
   there is nothing more to say.

   And THEY (the editors, and the right-speakers)

   (and in our lessened (lesson-ed) century,
   thne
              time

   In our era : the pol-iti-cally correct.

   I (damn) them and their way -- even if I (truely) mean my soul

      -- as if she would take a poet's soul
         from her or him whilst composting

   com-posit-ing :: words as best can be "true"


   No.

(sigh, deee-p   deep sigh):


   No poet ever has , nor will ever-be can, do
   or not can not do:


    No one through-out any universe (not EVEN ours)

    can ever tell more treu

    than Emilly did.

    When "angel's child"  "whispered in Her ear"

    and word came to page as un-spent meteor thru atmosphere

    carrying a message from God:


                  Leave the smagging poet's alone !!!!


          [ From this (your editor surmises)
             that

              (a) God got plenty more meteors.
              (b) God REALLY tired for self-serving peoople -- in
                  office or not.
              (c) god got "stuff" tuh due.
          ]

          So there it is then:

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    Deii poetas amant.
  [ The gods like/love poets ]



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