276th Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 276th Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.
Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Today’s poem is from Samuel Menashe, recited by John Reese:
At Cross Purposes
1 Is this writing mine Whose name is this Did I underline What I was to miss?
2 An upheaval of leaves Enlightens the tree Rooted it receives Gusts on a spree
3 Beauty makes me sad Makes me grieve I see what I must leave
4 Scaffold, gallows Do whose will Who hallows wood To build, kill
5 Blind man, anvil No hammer strikes Your eyes are spikes
What do you think?