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Seven Florence Poets Read From Their New Books on April 28 at 6:30 pm EDT
“You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.’ Maya Angelou
Join Straw Dogs Writers Guild at a Reading of Compass Roads on Sat. April 14 at 4 pm
Poetry: The River-Merchant’s Wife
You dragged your feet when you went out. By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses, Too deep to clear them away! The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind. The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older. If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang, Please let me know beforehand, And I will come out to meet you As far as Cho-fu-Sa. --Ezra Pound
via Poet.
Valentine’s Day Poem
via Valentine’s Day Poem.
Poetry- Water Under World
I wanted a shirtless lifeguard
at the waterpark to see me, so I leapt
from the flotilla of plastic innertubes
into the waist-deep canal, where spotlit
mummies craned animatronic necks.
He came. He rustled, furious,
from a plastic hedge and banned
me from the Lost River of the
Pharaohs for life.
-Hannah Faith Notess
Poetry -They Are All Gone Into the World of Light
Poetry – The Sea and the Hills
Who hath desired the Sea? -the sight of salt water unbounded-
The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded?
The sleek-barrelled swell before storm, grey, formless, enormous and growing-
Stark calm on the lap of the Line or the crazy-eyed hurrican blowing —
–Rudyard Kipling
Poetry
Eulogy for the Costa Rican Ghosts
Knocking bamboo ushers in their moans.
Neither missing nor white,
they wonder who you are and what you are doing
and why life has left them and spared you –
imperfect as you are.
I feel their aching in the night air
their souls shaking in the tropical trees.
I remember their presence here
and bear them closer as time goes by…
my years stealing to inevitable death.
–Eileen Kennedy