Dear Robert Frost
WhiteDimpled
Fat
Is
Not
A spider--
Nor
Has it
Been
Designed
With love,
But rather
With
The sole
Intent
To
Put a dent
In any hope
Of beauty.
Dear Robert Frost
WhitePoetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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Whispered Promises | 2 | 08/17/2009 |
Crying Tears | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
Beauty | 2 | 07/27/2009 |
The scale | 1 | 07/27/2009 |
Foolishness | 2 | 07/26/2009 |
In the Silence | 3 | 07/20/2009 |
Humiliation | 2 | 07/17/2009 |
Wear's the Shape? (For my friend Jill) | 1 | 07/17/2009 |
Poetry | 0 | 07/14/2009 |
Smiles | 5 | 07/03/2009 |
Red White and Blue | 0 | 07/02/2009 |
Hypocrisy | 5 | 07/02/2009 |
Observation | 2 | 06/30/2009 |
Laughter | 3 | 06/29/2009 |
The Circle | 1 | 06/28/2009 |
Dear Robert Frost | 0 | 06/28/2009 |
The Face | 2 | 06/28/2009 |
Ugly Weed | 3 | 06/28/2009 |
Losing Her Mind | 0 | 06/26/2009 |
Anger | 2 | 06/26/2009 |
Truth Revealed | 3 | 06/26/2009 |
My Day | 1 | 06/26/2009 |
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