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:: Monday, January 26, 2004 ::

Poetry Circle - "The Wind" by Vikram Seth

The bay is thick with flecks of white.
The freezing air is honed and thinned.
The gulls sleep on the stones tonight,
Wings locked against the prising wind.
With no companion to my mood,
Against the wind, as it should be,
I walk, but in my solitude
Bow to the wind that buffets me.
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:: Seema 6:45 PM [+] ::
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Poetry Circle - "Aztec Mask" by Carl Sandburg

I WANTED a man's face looking into the jaws and throat
of life
With something proud on his face, so proud no smash
of the jaws,
No gulp of the throat leaves the face in the end
With anything else than the old proud look:
Even to the finish, dumped in the dust,
Lost among the used-up cinders,
This face, men would say, is a flash,
Is laid on bones taken from the ribs of the earth,
Ready for the hammers of changing, changing years,
Ready for the sleeping, sleeping years of silence.
Ready for the dust and fire and wind.
I wanted this face and I saw it today in an Aztec mask.
A cry out of storm and dark, a red yell and a purple prayer,
A beaten shape of ashes
waiting the sunrise or night,
something or nothing,
proud-mouthed,
proud-eyed gambler.
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:: Seema 10:39 AM [+] ::
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Poetry Circle comes to groupthink
Poetry Circle is something I started a few months ago where I send out a poem once a week to everybody who signed up to the Circle. Poems vary from short to long, serious to humorous, old and new, french, british, american, greek, south american etc. poets, you name it. So far I've gotten pretty good feedback and Hari has asked me to start blogging my weekly mailout. Here's this week's. Enjoy! If you'd like to be added to the weekly email, send me an email at seema33@sbcglobal.net -- ss

Poetry Circle - Two poems by Jacques Prevert

Paris at Night
by Jacques Prevert

Three matches one by one struck in the night
The first to see your face in it's entirety
The second to see your eyes
The last to see your mouth
And the darkness all around to remind me of all these
As I hold you in my arms.


Morning Breakfast
by Jacques Prevert

He put the coffee
Into the cup
He put the milk
Into the cup of coffee
He put the sugar
Into the cafe au lait
With the little spoon
He stirred
He drank the coffee
And he replaced the cup
Without speaking to me
He lit
A cigarette
He made rings
With the smoke
He put the ashes
Into the ashtray
Without speaking to me
Without looking to me
He stood up
He put
His hat upon his head
He put
His raincoat on
Because it was raining
And he left
Without one word
And me I took
My head in my hand
And I wept.
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:: Seema 7:13 PM [+] ::
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what u can buy on ebay.
check out this little aircraft carrier.
:: h 10:44 AM [+] ::
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