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Remember poetry? Roses are red, quoth the raven, the woods are lovely dark and deep. That stuff you've heard since you were a kid. Did you know they're still out there writing poetry? And getting it published!
And people read it! If you'd like to get your feet wet by reading a few poems by a few contemporary poets pick up
Between water and song : new poets for the twenty-first century . Here's a sample:
"Hoodlum Birds" by Eugene Gloria.
The fearless blackbirds see me again
at the footpath beside the tall grasses
sprouting like unruly morning hair...
I like that, sounds just like a country road in Iowa. There may be blackbirds but not a rose or a raven in sight.
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Cool!
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