The red globe of light, the liquor green,
the pulsing arrows and the running fire
spilt on the stones, go deeper than a stream;
You find this ugly, I find it lovely
Ghosts' trousers, like the dangle of hung men,
in pawn-shop windows, bumping knee by knee,
but none inside to suffer or condemn;
You find this ugly, I find it lovely.
Smells rich and rasping, smoke and fat and fish
and puffs of paraffin that crimp the nose,
of grease that blesses onions with a hiss;
You find it ugly, I find it lovely.
The dips and molls, with flip and shiny gaze
(death at their elbows, hunger at their heels)
Ranging the pavements of their pasturage;
You Find this ugly, I find it lovely .
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nice poem (that helped my homework)
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hehe the parts aren't missing... they are right here~! -
seems like the poet has no dislikes and admires everything... including the gaudy and the natural alike...
good flow of words and rhyme... -
i h8 poetry
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Thankyou Mr Manka for your assistance in finding this poem in it's entirety.
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The dips and molls, with flip and shiny gaze
(death at their elbows, hunger at their heels)
Ranging the pavements of their pasturage;
You Find this ugly, I find it lovely .
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I wanted to say - the final stanza is missing!
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do you think... that its only a part of the poem???
think... that some of the poems in this site are not complete... could it be true???
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