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I liked my little hole,
Its window facing a brick wall.
Next door there was a piano.
A few evenin .........
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Charles Simic
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M M
(11/14/2007 11:09:00 AM) |
Enjambment? May be...
It lacks both rhyme and reason.
It is a lesson..
In what is knot poetry..
Crude strings of *sob* imagery
(speed tanka time: just a second)
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Tired of Being Exploited
(5/3/2007 11:42:00 AM) |
So near it was, I thought
For a moment, I was sobbing myself.
These lines are such an impeccable example of the true power of enjambment.
Many facets can be seen in just one phrase. Fantastic!
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