Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Light Comments

Rating: 3.3

Last night I fled until I came
To streets where leaking casements dripped
Stale lamplight from the corpse of flame;
A nervous window bled.
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Allen Tate
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Bernard F. Asuncion 19 November 2016

Beautiful poem! ! ! ...... Thanks for sharing.......

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Anil Kumar Panda 19 November 2016

This is a very good poem about significance of light. Very nice. Thanks for sharing.

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R Soos 19 November 2016

Alan Tate is such an interesting read. He rides the cusp between the free verse and imagry movement ('with the careless energy of a dream') and the strict rhyme/meter of the 19th century with grace and brilliance.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 19 November 2016

A nervous window bled Stunning write depicting diverse manifestations of light. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Edward Kofi Louis 19 November 2016

In a remote tower. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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