Poetry poems

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The First Step

© Constantine Cavafy

The young poet Evmenis
complained one day to Theocritus:
"I've been writing for two years now
and I've composed only one idyll.

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Understanding

© Constantine Cavafy

In the dissolute life of my youth
the desires of my poetry were being formed,
the scope of my art was being plotted.

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from "Hugh Selwyn Mauberly"

© Ezra Pound

For three years, out of key with his time,
He strove to resuscitate the dead art
Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime"
In the old scene.Wrong from the start--

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Hugh Selwyn Mauberly (Part I)

© Ezra Pound

For three years, out of key with his time,
He strove to resuscitate the dead art
Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime"
In the old sense. Wrong from the start --

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E.P. Ode Pour L'election De Son Sepulchre

© Ezra Pound

For three years, out of key with his time,
He strove to resuscitate the dead art
Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime"
In the old sense. Wrong from the start--

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The Deserted Village

© Oliver Goldsmith

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay:
Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade;
A breath can make them, as a breath has made;
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroyed can never be supplied.

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Enthusiasm

© Charles Webb

"Don't overdo it," Dad yelled, watching me
Play shortstop, collect stamps and shells,
Roll on the grass laughing until I peed my pants.
"Screw him," I said, and grabbed every cowry

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Speaking To You (From Rock Bottom)

© Michael Ondaatje

'Dancing' 'laughing' 'bad taste'
is a memory
a tableau behind trees of law

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It Rained The Day They Buried Tito Puente

© Emanuel Xavier

The next morning
I heard the crow crowing, “Oye Como Va”
his song was the sunlight in my universe
& I could feel Tito’s smile
shining down on me

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The Death Of Art

© Emanuel Xavier

“Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you.”
-critic Harold Bloom, who first called slam poetry "the death of art.”