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A Coincidence

Every critic in the town
Runs the minor poet down;
Every critic--don't you know it?
Is himself a minor poet.

poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Innocence Matter: Restoration Perfection

Innocence is the question?
Innocence is the X factor?
Innocence is life mortality?
Innocence is sinless state immortality?

Innocence is physical perfection?
Innocence is purity soul divinity?
Innocence is state of grace harmony?
Innocence is Trinity creation link eternity?
Innocence is life breath immortality?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.

classic quote by Vincent Van Gogh
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The word clings
to the pen tip
freeing itself for a moment
of its shadow.

poem by Liliana Mainardi from Surco abierto (Open Furrow) (November 2015), translated by Dan Costinaş
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Grounded

So grounded. that
a dream has its weight.

So subtle. that
a thought can cut
the air.

So deep. that
I don't believe
those words.

poem by Erika Conti
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Rock Me To Sleep, Mother

BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
Make me a child again just for to-night!
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore;
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!

Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,—
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,—
Take them, and give me my childhood again!
I have grown weary of dust and decay,—
Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away;
Weary of sowing for others to reap;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!

Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!

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poem by Elizabeth Chase Allen
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