| In the Memory of Katherine
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| THE POET'S PAGE |
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| A collection of poetry, unclipped, uncut, just the way the writer wrote it. |
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| Frank O'Hara |
| A Step Away From Them |
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| | Music |
| | Poem (Lana Turner
has collapsed!) |
| | Meditations in an
Emergency |
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| Robert
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The Gift |
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| | | | To make two bold statements: There's nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made out of words. When I say there's nothing sentimental about a poem, I mean that there can be no part that is redundant.
Prose may carry a load of ill-defined matter like a ship. But poetry is a machine which drives it, pruned to a perfect economy. As in all machines, its movement is intrinsic, undulant, a physical more than a literary character.
William Carlos Williams
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| | I Know a Man |
| | For Love |
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| Jack Spicer |
| Thing Language |
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| John Ashbery |
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What is Poetry | |
| | Some Trees |
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| Allen Ginsberg |
| America | |
| | A Supermarket in California |
| | Howl |
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William Carlos Williams |
| "To Elsie" or "The pure products of America" |
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| | The Rose is Obsolete |
| | The Red Wheelbarrow |
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