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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460805" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0364 Poetry reads; poetry speaks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s like an adult version of a parlour game, isn’t it? <br>a sorta cross between a single-handed game of patience<br>and a crossword puzzle where the guy who set the puzzle<br>is always a step at least ahead of you dammit<br>and knows there’s a perfect solution<br>only known to him, or Him</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so here I am, shuffling these black-and-white<br>(well, kinda browny-maroon on this site) <br>soundless things which are supposed to be<br>sounds in my ear and mind which<br>by mad optimism forever proved somewhat<br>or totally wrong in experience<br>are supposed to come out the other end<br>into your ear and mind in a vaguely<br>similar manner – allowing for the fact<br>that if you’re of a critical cast then<br>you’ll have a superior ear and mind<br>to mine anyway so that’s a mess for a start<br>and I suppose the same applies if<br>you have an inferior - oh forget it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so forget for the moment<br>this creeping disorder of rather dumb<br>black and white caterpillars making their humpy<br>busy-legged but corporately slow<br>progress across the page in a <br>disorderly snaky line, arguing among themselves<br>trying to remember (ah yes, Plato, <br>trying to remember) like<br>a Spanish bus-queue, whom they’re<br>behind and whom they’re in front of<br>if and when the bus comes, while they<br>chatter in little groups among themselves –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where was I, ah yes, forget<br>the black-and-white on paper, and rhyme<br>or not, and all that technical stuff<br>which you’re not suppose to notice anyway<br>and know that what<br>I really want to do is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">take your two hands gently in mine and<br>smiling, look you straight in the eye <br>and say<br>when all’s said and done<br>and that may take a little time, <br>and to coin a cliché which<br>I’m not apologising for, but<br>forget it’s supposed to be poetry and<br>listen to my sincere voice saying</div><div style="margin:10px 0">isn’t it a wonderful world?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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