Why poetry I too dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle.Reading it, however,with a perfect contemp for it,one discovers in it after all,a place for the genuine.Hands that can grasp, eyesthat can dilate, hair that can rise….. This is an extract from a poem on Poetry by Marianne Moore. SheContinue reading “Demystifying Poetry”
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last winter
last wintermother had moved meeyes towards the ceilingfull of tears i came homesearchingin summerbut she had carriedher tears away leaving me to staywith a lonely fatheraccounts, papers, picsbricks, cement, painta lot of noises, sounds to negotiate withmemories and painalso to accumulatea lot of wisdomwith approaching winter ©arun jee, 12.11.20
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