Babybird at Old Poetry

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precious stones at allpoetry
you were ruby when you called me by name
linoleum at allpoetry
I once brushed my hair with your comb
and then shed your curls darkly.
The Bag at storywrite
She was lost.
Not in that pretentious, literary way, but actually lost. She cast her eyes about, desperately trying to form some tenuous human connection in the middle of he

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on The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock by T S Eliot, on May 3, 2005
A fantastic poem we studied in English a little while back...T.S. Eliot is an absolute master. Even when you don't know precisely what he's saying, the message of what he means comes across loud and clear. He's managed to use language that way.

My favorite lines, besides the John the Baptist allusion:

"I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled."

I say this all the time!
on 149th Chorus by Jack Kerouac, on April 29, 2005
Why is Jack Kerouac so damn brilliant? this poem made me read it over and over. I am blown away by these words and the turmoil of his mind. Off to read On the Road for the twentieth time.
on A Supermarket In California by Allen Ginsberg, on April 22, 2005
This is one of my favorite poems. I am so glad that you used this as an example of an apostrophe poem!