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The Half Dead Poet Review: The host of The Troy Poetry Mission R.M. Engelhardt let’s his views & thoughts be known on the recent false accusations against the Nation magazine and a young but well meaning poet who simply wrote a poem in regards to the plight of homelessness in America. Writing and poetry is … More Let Poetry Be Poetry: R.M. Engelhardt On The Nation’s Recent Apology
“Being a poet isn’t something you are or choose. It’s something that happens to you at irregular intervals and with no guarantee it will happen again. You can disregard it when it does happen but you can’t turn it on. All you can do is wait.” ~ Margaret Atwood
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THE JEWEL There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a silence Closing around a blossom of fire. When I stand upright in the wind, My bones turn to dark emeralds.
POET ? I smoke in the ashes Of my own myth Follow the voices in my Head that say “Record these Moments” Become another soothsayer Of another century, another Shadow treading light There are thousands Like me Thousands searching Everyday Perhaps for God Perhaps for themselves Perhaps for no one For they live and re-live … More POET ?
George Sterling (1869-1926); King of Bohemia and central figure in the Californian literary scene of the early twentieth century. Pupil of Ambrose Bierce, whom he called “The Master,” mentor to Clark Ashton Smith, friend of Jack London, Robinson Jeffers and Nora May French. Perhaps best known for his epic poems The Testimony of the Suns … More The King of Bohemia
All the earth and air With thy voice is loud _________ Death Is Here And Death Is There I. Death is here and death is there, Death is busy everywhere, All around, within, beneath, Above is death—and we are death. II. Death has set his mark … More The Death Of Shelly
O World of many worlds, O life of lives, What centre hast thou? Where am I? O whither is it thy fierce onrush drives? Fight I, or drift; or stand; or fly? The loud machinery spins, points work in touch; Wheels whirl in systems, zone in zone. Myself having sometime moved with such, Would strike … More O World of many worlds