poetry critical

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Welcome to Poetry Critical, an online poetry workshop. To post your own poetry you'll need to create a user id by typing a name and password in the box above and hitting 'New User'. If you just want to critique or jump into the discussion, however, you can go ahead and get started!

Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers
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The Greeks and the Vikings
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And all at once it is the meadow I walked on at ten.
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Unreadable from behind—they are well down
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Introduction by Vilhjalmur Stefansson By bloody pool
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—rattling, gasping his last.
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My only thought is for what has
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Floated in that sky.
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Before those virile women!
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A matter of getting all that right . . .
 9
Of observation lying on the ground
 10
The winter road from the St. Simeon farm.
 11
At four, the spectators leave in pairs,
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grow hot in the parking lot,
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though they're At these masses,
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the snow hides from me.
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And so I gaze avidly.
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Choose to walk out of it,
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they'd have to pass Swaying
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in unison beneath the snow,
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The purest form is always the one Seen.
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What you know is only manifest.
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