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Best Famous Elizabeth Smart Poems

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Written by Elizabeth Smart | Create an image from this poem

Trying To Write

 That day i finished
A small piece
For an obscure magazine
I popped it in the box

And such a starry elation
Came over me
That I got whistled at in the street
For the first time in a long time.
I was dirty and roughly dressed And had circles under my eyes And far far from flirtation But so full of completion Of a deed duly done An act of consummation That the freedom and force it engendered Shone and spun Out of my old raincoat.
It must have looked like love Or a fabulous free holiday To the young men sauntering Down Berwick Street.
I still think this is most mysterious For while I was writing it It was gritty it felt like self-abuse Constipation, desperately unsocial.
But done done done Everything in the world Flowed back Like a huge bonus.
Written by Elizabeth Smart | Create an image from this poem

Blakes Sunflower

 1

Why did Blake say 
'Sunflower weary of time'? 
Every time I see them 
they seem to say 
Now! with a crash 
of cymbals!
Very pleased 
and positive 
and absolutely delighting 
in their own round brightness.
2 Sorry, Blake! Now I see what you mean.
Storms and frost have battered their bright delight and though they are still upright nothing could say dejection more than their weary disillusioned hanging heads.
Written by Elizabeth Smart | Create an image from this poem

A Bonus

 That day i finished
A small piece
For an obscure magazine
I popped it in the box

And such a starry elation
Came over me
That I got whistled at in the street
For the first time in a long time.
I was dirty and roughly dressed And had circles under my eyes And far far from flirtation But so full of completion Of a deed duly done An act of consummation That the freedom and force it engendered Shone and spun Out of my old raincoat.
It must have looked like love Or a fabulous free holiday To the young men sauntering Down Berwick Street.
I still think this is most mysterious For while I was writing it It was gritty it felt like self-abuse Constipation, desperately unsocial.
But done done done Everything in the world Flowed back Like a huge bonus.
Written by Elizabeth Smart | Create an image from this poem

O Poor People

 Let us invoke a healthy heart-breaking
Towards the horrible world:
Let us say 0 poor people
How can they help being so absurd,
Misguided, abused, misled?

With unsifted saving graces jostling about 
On a mucky medley of needs,
Like love-lit shit, 
Year after cyclic year
The unidentifiable flying god is missed.
Emotions sit in their heads disguised as judges, Or are twisted to look like mathematical formulae, And only a scarce god-given scientist notices His trembling lip melting the heart of the rat.
Whoever gave us the idea somebody loved us? Far in our wounded depths faint memories cry, A vision flickers below subliminally But immanence looms unbearably: TURN IT OFF! they hiss.