SCARRIET GIVES THANKS TO HARRIET

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………………………………………Harriet Monroe, editor ‘Poetry.’

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………………………………..We have been, and now we are.
………………………………..The planet was red—how blue, this star.
………………………………..In the mist and confusion of those days
………………………………..Harriet never dreamed of Scarriet.
………………………………..Now, distantly in the dusk, music plays.

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…………………………………..、ハリエットありがとう
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2 Comments

  1. thomasbrady said,

    November 27, 2009 at 6:25 pm

    THANKS

    Thanks for the crowd’s roar–
    It matters not what they were yelling for.
    Thanks for the kiss–
    I don’t remember the lips anymore.
    Thanks for the enthusiastic yell–
    I don’t know if it was hell.
    Thanks for the long wait
    That brought the prize.
    Thanks for the iron gate.
    Thanks for those lies
    That made life OK.
    Thanks for the prison
    That’s now so far away.

  2. poetryandporse said,

    November 30, 2009 at 6:15 am

    THANKS

    Thanks for the crowd’s roar–
    It matters not what they were yelling for.
    Thanks for the kiss–
    I don’t remember the lips anymore.
    Thanks for the enthusiastic yell–
    I don’t know if it was
    then

    the sweetness of your smile awoke

    hell
    Thanks for the long wait
    That brought the prize.
    Thanks for the iron gate.
    Thanks for those lies
    That made life OK.

    Thanks for the prison
    That’s now so far away

    ‘you’ who I believe in.

    Only rolling forward Tom, intervening into a most important ‘object’ on here at the Glo Po show, global poetry – sad and unispiring as this statement may appear – where ‘you’ the .00000000003% who make up GloPo-biz as it is today, ‘here’ the humanitarian handful being ‘you’ as a trinity and triumvirate of people who care about poetry, at least and possibly more – very very very very much more, than the people who are not ‘you’ – them who are not quite as unimportant as us, the poetically disabled competitors whose ‘forum/s’ – ‘marketplace’ as it translates in the original Latin – are unable to traffic in the trade of Letters, without a total banning of your ‘business’ as a the owner of a very profitable, healthy and rosy looking Language Mall, NO Poetry Questions to be asked of our expert Ravtis Slohcin the Timid underling, ba ba compliant sheeple gee’d up to a no-show number by a reverse BJ, sucky sucky J Barr, little gal in ba ba ‘yes, yes,’ flocking to paradise..ta ta.

    Only joshing, erm, what’s yer name again, Rembut? Oh, sorry, no it’s Noddy Bear Jill, isn’t it – Jon Doe, that’s it, anonymous unfamous, rubbish poetry licker, heads up, whose green now, divis meeples. Nomen no-name in this book, until compliance on this matter, res publica, is aired and a thorough and grovelling apology occurs

    lurve

    your own