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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TUT TUT!, by JULIA COPELAND First Line: I have written a hundred poems in the last Last Line: The hell with balder dash! (wish I had his guts!) Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | |||
I have written a hundred poems in the last three years. Editors returned them with tears. They all had rhythm and meter, And rhyme as perfect as Peter, Pumpkin Eater; Because I believe that rhythm is a poet's first duty, Meter is the second and rhyme the third, in an expression of beauty. I have examined a pile of recent magazines to find out why my poems met rejection. Inspection . . . retrospection . . . introspection . . . dejection. Most of the poems I found were by Balder Dash, Rhyming hippopotamus with duckbilled platypus; (but he gets the cash). His poems have no rhythm or meter, And are not beautiful either. . . . I tell you, this writing game is driving me nuts. The hell with Balder Dash! (Wish I had his guts!) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB LA NOCHE TRISTE by ROBERT FROST STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR |
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