Best Carson Mccullers Poems

...for Carson McCullers
           

Terse language 
scored to the bone 
with no leftovers;
pouring sorrow into 
every crucial word 
without a shred of platitude.

She faced her ghosts
with grace and fortitude,
placing hope and loss
in perfect symmetry,
embracing solitude.

Straight to...

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...for Carson McCullers


Terse language scored to the bone   
with naught leftover, 
truth suffusing every word 
without a shred of platitude.

She faced her ghosts with fortitude,
hope and loss a perfect blending.
Straight to the point she spoke her mind,
no careless gesture or equivocation....

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...for Carson McCullers
           

Terse language 
scored to the bone 
with no leftovers;
pouring sorrow into 
every crucial word 
without a shred of platitude.

She faced her ghosts
with grace and fortitude,
placing hope and loss
in perfect symmetry,
embracing solitude.

Straight to...

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"How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?"
—Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

Which moron invented the term joy-riding
tell me... where is the pleasure?

An innocent cyclist
mown down by a stolen car
my only...

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...for Carson McCullers
           

Terse language 
scored to the bone 
with no leftovers;
pouring sorrow into 
every crucial word 
without a shred of platitude.

She faced her ghosts
with grace and fortitude,
placing hope and loss
in perfect symmetry,
embracing solitude.

Straight to...

Continue reading...

...for Carson McCullers
           

Terse language 
scored to the bone 
with no leftovers;
pouring sorrow into 
every crucial word 
without a shred of platitude.

She faced her ghosts
with grace and fortitude,
placing hope and loss
in perfect symmetry,
embracing solitude.

Straight to...

Continue reading...

Terse language scored to the bone 
with naught leftover, 
truth suffusing every word 
without a shred of platitude. 
She faced her challenges with fortitude, 
hope and loss a perfect blending, 
straight to the heart she spoke her mind, 
no careless gesture or equivocation.  

Last...

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