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The Coming Light (Free verse) by poetandknowit

Now with the moon in retreat the sun can again move forward stretching light across the sadness left by the last streaks of autumn, warming the minutes of tricked time, when the late afternoons of this new winter grasp the land, hang against these mountains in the city backdrop just a little longer each day before falling to darkness.

ecargo 24-Dec-02/2:50 PM
This is quite good. By far not your best, to toss your words back at you with good humor, but still clean and beautiful in its way. Your strength, I think, lies in your ability to strip images down; to discard the clutter. It probably helps that, having to live with, in, winter, I relate to this on a visceral level (although I don't necessarily see winter as something to be endured--countless shades of gray have their own beauty, especially in stony, stark, wintry New England).

The "state of American poetry"? Hmmm. What would that be, other than utter decline? Can the Internet and its accompanying "pimple poetry," as you like to call it, save the art form? Maybe! Have you read Dana Gioia's "Can Poetry Matter?" resurrected since his ascension? Interesting, if nothing new and perhaps more depressing than not. No doubt you have, but to be found here: http://www.theatlantic.com/unbound/poetry/gioia/gioia.htm.

Fa la la la la.




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