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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=556435" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How they Prostitute a Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is uniquely easy<br>For some to sell<br>Ideals because<br>Business of absent<br>Goods is essentially<br>A sacrosanct but mostly<br>A flimsy transaction.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some learn, early on,<br>To prostitute their verse.<br>So, in all the waking hours<br>They scavenge for a simple simile<br>That matches requirements, fulfills needs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They barter reality<br>And every romance<br>To a blurred triplicate<br>Carbon-copy World of Hard<br>Cash and Price Tags and Brand Names.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this brothel<br>Of stilled hope and<br>Stagnated stories, poems<br>Are born virgin and endowed<br>With voluptuous figures of firm,<br>Full breasts and wide hips where men<br>Prefer to plant their pastime dreams,<br>Or conceive their seed,<br>Or merely spite themselves,<br>Or dabble at domination.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, the poem, with this<br>Bogus existence becomes<br>An adept, untiring prostitute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Taken<br>On a starry night,<br>The poem opens<br>(dry and drab and dreary:<br>lacking love and life) like<br>The paid-for parting<br>Of the thighs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(First published in Great Works, UK)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Meena+Kandasamy">Meena Kandasamy</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=556435" data-title="How they Prostitute a Poem de Meena Kandasamy" data-description="It is uniquely easy For some to sell Ideals because Business of absent Goods is essentially A sacrosanct but mostly A flimsy transaction. Some learn, early on, To prostitute their verse. So, in all the waking hours They scavenge for a simple simi..."></div> </div> </div>
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