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[Apr. 18th, 2006|11:25 pm]
I managed to find the poem I asked for in this post, I simply went and asked my lecturer to copy it for me. and she admitted not really having heard of Harvey Shapiro as being a poet. I can't understand how a good poem like this can go unnoticed and unfound (I lost my faith in google.com). Anyway, here it is, read and judge.


The Heart

In the midst of words your wordless image
Marches through the precincts of my night
And all the structures of my language lie undone:
The bright cathedrals clatter, and the moon -
Topped spires break their stalks.
Sprawled before that raid, I watch the towns
Go under. And in the waiting dark, I loose
Like marbles spinning from a child
The crazed and hooded creatures of the heart.

-Harvey Shapiro

crossposted to greatpoems community


[User Picture]From: moonglows
2006-04-19 03:13 am (UTC)
Wow. I really like that.
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