Friday, October 7, 2005

Mockery Is High Art Comments

Rating: 4.2

The sky is stormy black,
Even scavenger birds
Are too disoriented to attack
On a day void of perceptible light.
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Uriah Hamilton
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Raynette Eitel 07 October 2005

Your whole metaphor of mockery being high art is very well made here. The last two lines show that you may still be naive. That isn't all bad, Uriah, for to be too jaded is never to leave yourself open to love. This is a good poem. Raynette

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t. h. ashbury 07 October 2005

I’m not one to argue or dispute, what any woman would impute, I take you solemnly at your word... this is immaculate... thanks for this one. salut.

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Mary Nagy 07 October 2005

Some people just don't recognize a game when it's being played....why are people so cruel? Very nice. sincerely, Mary

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Marcy Jarvis 07 October 2005

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long [...] Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her. Pablo Neruda

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Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari 07 October 2005

We all tend to be naive the first time, even the second....but we learn.

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