a poem is a sermon
How simple it seems to be born again: to never reach the stage of an adult, but each time that you feel a growing pain, to plead no contest and avoid the fault, accepting being only just a child with no responsibility to age, nor consequence for acting dumb and wild besides the reprimand of […]
In the most recent issue of American Poet, the journal of the American Academy of Poets, there is an advertisement for a book, Coming of Age as a Poet: Milton, Keats, Eliot, Plath, written by Helen Vendler, who seems to have written a great number of books on poetry. The blurb in the ad, which […]
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Sometimes, I think that I have borne a lot of resentment, and fought against the world believing to lead with your fist uncurled meant weakness, and what you deserved, you got. I lived as if my troubles were the most important thing in the whole universe; and those who hurt me, from me got it […]