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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368701" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Kaleidoscope and Harpsichord</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I've told my wife too many times, <br>the meaning of any poem hides<br>in the marriage of cadence and sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vowels on a carousel, <br>consonants on a calliope, <br>whistles and bells, <br>we need them all<br>tickling our ears. <br>Otherwise, the lines <br>are gristle and fat, no meat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it any wonder, then, <br>my wife has a problem <br>with any poem I give her to read <br>for a second opinion, especially <br>when the poem has no message <br>and I'm simply trying to hear <br>what I'm saying and don't care <br>if I understand it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The other night in bed<br>I gave her another poem to read<br>and afterward she said this poem <br>was no different than the others.<br>She had hoped I'd improve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'After all, ' she said, <br>'you've been writing for years<br>but reading a poem like this is<br>like looking through a kaleidoscope<br>while listening to a harpsichord.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Point well taken, <br>point well said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then I asked her<br>what should a man do<br>if he has careened for years<br>through the caves of his mind<br>spelunking for the right<br>line for a poem </div><div style="margin:10px 0">only to hear his wife say<br>after reading one of his poems<br>that it was like <br>'looking through a kaleidoscope<br>while listening to a harpsichord.'<br>What should he do-quit? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not a chance, ' <br>she said this morning, <br>enthroned at the kitchen table, <br>as regal as ever in her fluttery gown <br>and buttering her English muffin<br>with long, languorous strokes<br>Van Gogh would envy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He should write even more, <br>all day and all night, if need be. <br>After all, ' she said, 'my line <br>about the kaleidoscope and harpsichord <br>still needs a poem of its own. <br>It's all meat, no gristle, no fat.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Donal+Mahoney">Donal Mahoney</a><div class=q>
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the meaning of any poem hides
in the marriage of cadence and sound.

Vowels on a carousel, 
consonants on a calliope, 
whistles and bells, 
we need them all
tickling our ears. 
Otherwise, the lines 
are gristl..."></div>
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