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Fanatic (Free verse) by Dovina

Fanatic Walled in a city of visions, he believed in beauty and order. Bogged in a gray slough of facts, his tongue had learned to mock, his lips to sneer. Prepared with opium hopes, he came greenly on life, to receive flowers of tenderness and gentleness he had little known. (old version 12/29/06) Walled up in his great city of visions, his tongue had learned to mock, his lips to sneer, bogged in the gray slough of factuality. Thus he came greenly on life, unprepared, save for opium visions of himself. He believed in fine flowers of tenderness and gentleness he had little known. He believed in beauty and order.

Dovina 15-Jan-07/7:23 PM
The most interesting returns from writing a poem are the responses so far from what I was thinking while writing and editing it that it’s as if the English language carries with it sub-cultures of meaning, invisible to me like the baggage of bacteria we all carry in our bodies. Yet, on considering a response such as yours, I see how it could be sincere, and how the poem falls apart if understood in that way.




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