'The People of Spain Think Cervantes' The people of Spain think Cervantes Equal to half-a-dozen Dantes; An opinion resented most bitterly By the people of...
Guest poem sent in by M. Karki <usedtobeahero@...> 'Take This Waltz' Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry...
Guest poem sent in by Huat Chye Lim <huatchye@...> The Yehuda Amichai poem from a couple of weeks ago [Poem #1437] reminded me of another poem of his...
Guest poem sent in by Zenobia Driver <ZDRIVER@...> "After Reading a Child's Guide to Modern Physics" If all a top physicist knows About the Truth be...
Shall try to send out a 'newsletter' once a week or so. This time's is prompted by a bunch of requests - please mail in if you can help with any of them. ... I...
Guest poem sent in by Tim Reynolds <molad@...> 'Rose, Oh Pure Contradiction, Joy' Rose, oh pure contradiction, joy of being No-one's sleep, under so ...
Guest poem sent in by Gregory Marton <gremio@...> 'The Clod and the Pebble' Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care; But for...
Guest poem sent in by a contributor who wishes to remain anonymous: "Why, Asks a Friend, Attempt Tetrameter? (Golden Gate 5.4)" Why, asks a friend, attempt...
Guest poem sent in by fellriana <fellriana@...> "An Exile's Lament" Beneath the golden balm Settling on the fields Evening steals in calm And farmers...
Guest poem sent in by Ajit Narayanan <AjitN@...> 'The Queerness of it All' frQg pQnd plQp -- bpNichol There was a reference to bpNichol's interpretations...
Guest poem submitted by Stefan Bartels, <sbartels@...>: "Spring Song, Meirionydd" A white combustion rules these fields, and testifies to men, and rams; ...
Guest poem submitted by Sean Dwyer, <ewe2@...>, who writes the following prologue: I have a Don Maquis archy poem here that should be required reading. ...
Guest poem submitted by Suresh Ramasubramanian, <suresh at hserus dot net>: Not had a good Dorothy Parker in a while. So here's one. "Love Song" My own dear...
Guest poem submitted by TJ, <tmcnally@...>: "Song Five" Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love, and let us judge all the rumors of the old men to be worth...
"From Catullus V" The sun may set and rise, But we, contrariwise, Sleep, after our short light, One everlasting night. -- Sir Walter Raleigh Typically, Raleigh...
"Come, My Celia" Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may, the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever; He at length our good will sever. Spend not then...
"My Sweetest Lesbia" (in imitation of Catallus) My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, Let us not weigh them....
Not all poets admire (or aspire to to be like) Catullus; for a different point of view, here's a lovely poem suggested by <babulal@...>: "From A Letter...
Guest poem submitted by Y. Lee, <lee2@...>: "Song Against Natural Selection" The weak survive! A man with a damaged arm, a house missing a single brick,...
Guest poem submitted by Dustin Smith, <dustinwilliam@...>: "Song for the Rainy Season" Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath...
Guest poem submitted by Rohit Jaisingh, <rohit.jaisingh@...>: "Caught in the Rain on My Way to the Sandy Lake" Listen not to the rain beating against...
Guest poem submitted by Nisha Pillai, <nishaspillai@...>: "In the Middle of the Road" In the middle of the road there was a stone there was a stone in...
Guest poem submitted by R. Lakshminarainan, <narainanrl@...>: "In A Disused Graveyard" The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the...
'Drinking Song' There are people, I know, to be found, Who say, and apparently think, That sorrow and care may be drowned By a timely consumption of drink. ...
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