There is no thing
so painfully sweet
as the taste of a cookie
you cannot eat.
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Ontological Me
The blog that's not afraid to ask for an "A" in advanced poetry writing
cosmological human
Ontological Me
About Me
- autumn
- Portland, OR, United States
- I love people who redirect spiders outside. It's the right thing to do.
Favorite Poems (an evolving list of the ones i could find links to for your viewing)
- "For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry" by Christopher Smart
- Marriage (not the sappy-love kind) by Gregory Corso
- Sestina by Elizabeth Bishop
- "Flower in the crannied wall" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
- The Ghost in the Martini by Anthony Hecht
- Supernatural Love (also not the sappy kind) by Gjertrud Schnakenberg
- Under the Oak by D. H. Lawrence
- Tribe by Dean Young
- How Pleasant to Know Mr. Lear by Edward Lear
- Desire by Duane Locke
- The Garden by Ezra Pound
- This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin
- luminous tendril of celestial wish by e.e. cummings
- Some Last Questions by W.S. Merwin
- She Had Some Horses by Joy Harjo
- Hymn from a Watermelon Pavilion by Wallace Stevens
- Miniver Cheevey by Edward Arlington Robinson
- Pebbles by Herman Melville
- "Time, that renews the tissues of this frame" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
- The Kiss by Stephen Dunn
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Sure is a lot of nitrogen stored up in those bryophytes!
1 comment:
It's so true...
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