Dramatic Poetry
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now that it’s may
In Europe of the fifteen hundreds, everything was usually postponed ‘til spring. Warmer weather dried the roads and the soil; and plows, carts, and armies didn’t get bogged down in mud. now that it’s mayand the frozen roads have thawedand the thawed roads have dried and ruttednora’s father’s forsaken wittenbergleft his stores and his house… Continue reading
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unite the leisure divided
Though primogeniture, the passing of an estate to the eldest son, was the norm in sixteenth century Europe, it wasn’t unusual for estates of the Holy Roman Empire to be divided between sons. Beyond this observation, these lines are fiction— the biography of a fictional Margrave: Who in life, got it all together; and in… Continue reading
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daydream
daydreamthe words you cannot read abandon themstare at a space on the wall where nothing’s writtenin the gallery of your head on a wall hangsa perfect rendering of a pretty wench’s facean accurate remembranceof what her paps and her hips do to a gowndo arithmetic think fingers calculatethe number of months of weeks of daysbefore… Continue reading
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say i’m
say i’m given leave from my evenings and the nights of my weekfrom the books i read and the paper on which i writefrom my mornings and my weekday afternoonsthe lectures and the lectern at which i standleave to ride in a merchant’s carton the road out of my entire life Continue reading
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the hipwaders
after you’ve movedthe pipes through the thigh deepdew and drops of riverwater hunched on the grassblades on the leaves on the cornhusks when you come in leavethem out Continue reading
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