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!

Random Poem:

a death in spain
oddbiology

What ghosts sift through your lonesome vineyards
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kings in mausoleums lay open-mouthed under sheets of marble
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reduced to white spines in the heat of night
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Don Quixote has died here
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destroyed by a double-edged sword
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called idealism
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Lorca has died here
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after he died with Walt Whitman in New York
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where together, they had stared at pigeons
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through tragic window casements;
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then killed in a whirl of politics
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and soft feminine mouth
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Picasso, too, believe it or not-
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his lithe old man's body-
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was gnashed under some unremarkable
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Barcelona bus
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yielding all sorts of strange geometric shapes
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until scooped up by Dali
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and melted into unearthly ellipses,
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bizarre vacant horse skull,
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and of course, clocks
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~~~
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the chemistry of a poet is never wrong;
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the chemistry of a poet is always tragic
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we do not die quietly, dear Lorca
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we explode into colored tufts of smoke
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with the frailty of a rose and the breathlessness
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of an orgasm
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yes, we are terminal
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yes, we are hollow shells
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of transient beauty
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~~~
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the stink of death and the stink of Cordoba,
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sweet floral life-nectar
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I feel so strangely alive here, Lorca
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the difference between a man and a corpse is nothing
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except a vague insistence to live
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when I die, let me die in your arms
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ashes dissolving in the heat of night,
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the burning heat of stars
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