When love was a question, the message arrived
in the beak of a wire and plaster bird. The coloratura
was hardly to be believed. For flight,
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I have com to the same conclusion: The poem interweaves elements of machinery, love, and humanity. vulnerability, inviting readers to consider the complicated balance between science and emotion.
I repeat now: CONGRATULATIONS to the poetess being chosen by POEM HUNTER and TEAM as The Modern Poem Of The Day! 5 Stars all. Most deserving!
INDEED, let's explore the boundaries of understanding and the mysteries that lie beyond them., as the poetess suggests
FIVE: CONGRATULATIONS to the poetess being chosen by POEM HUNTER and TEAM as The Modern Poem Of The Day! 5 Stars all. Most deserving!
FOUR: Through vivid images and unexpected juxtapositions, the poet invites us to explore the boundaries of understanding and the mysteries that lie beyond them.
THREE: The poem interweaves elements of machinery, love, and humanity. vulnerability, inviting readers to consider the complicated balance between science and emotion.
TWO: The poet suggests that science and art share rhythmic thought patterns, and she celebrates the idea that poetry can learn from and pay tribute to its closest relatives in the scientific field.
ONE: The poem is at the intersection of science and poetry. It explores delicate connections between human understanding, habitus, pragmatism, and the sublime.
I thought it may have at least referenced something similar to Dues Ex Machina, but apparently that is not the purpose of the poem...
The heroine dies of tuberculosis after all. What a nice line. The best part of the poem to be sure. It made me laugh and brightened my day. I cant make sense of the rest of the poem, but that line is beautifully realistic and ironic. Definitely needs some clarity to the idea. Overall I would not consider it good.
what doesn't make sense. spur of the moment decisions play out. remembrance. relations. life goes on.
I love how every sentence seems to go down different turn’s ad avenues and I am never sure what way she is going to go. This could mean anything and its interpretation can be whatever the reader can see, it reminds me of Atwood but even more demented. It’s all in the title, as anyone knows it was conventional for Greek plays to have a supernatural being come in and act as a device to resolve the plot of stories, in other words contrived endings, for me this seems to be about the contrivances of relations but then that just one view point. Whatever it is Its beautifully composed
Darkness p[ermeates everthing today, and then it is called Arte
Darkness invades everthing today and then it is called arte
Talk about what should be perfect ends up being tortuous labor, a mess, but not giving up because of imperfections, concurring and enjoying the fruits of labor. i think.
My most respect for this intelligent poem. I have read this brilliant poem once again, and I have got more respect for this brlliant work