Long Amherst Poems

...Duncan pulled free and sprinted, half-mad,
tears streaming as he made his retreat,
he’d never imagined hell this bad,
and didn’t much care if they were beat.
All he desired was to get clear,
to run himself far away from...

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A perfect day,
Somber, quiet, and mellow,
Thinking of one of the greatest,
Poets of all time.
Imagine being in a time,
When no one can see your,
Greatness or your talent.
You never get to see when everyone,
Reads your poems and,
How...

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Some master he was grand,
That made flirtations be.
If were she thereof in demand
And adapt into his arms free.

But it was a bother to bore,
Staying private 'twas best.
Wherefore she locked herself indoors
To block out her aggress.

Indoors...

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Emily, you stitched the world into small, precise syllables,
tucking eternity into lines so brief,
they might be mistaken for whispers.
But in your whispers, there were earthquakes,
the kind that only the soul could feel.

You walked the garden...

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0' Soul, Can Poetic Art Heal Such Broken Heart

Her pen bled deep, and this her fans may yet agree
She felt a torrid hell, darkest of angry seas
Should her pen have conquered deepest of her fears
Could...

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“Tell all the truth but tell it slant—”
So you whispered, Emily, through shrouded lace,
while your pen carved light into Amherst shadows.
But truth, even slant, can cut,
and not all knives find a hand to hone them.

And...

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Dear Emily, 'the Recluse of Amherst'

In my university days, you burned in me 
As a dazzling flame of endless inspiration.
As I sit to write to you, your soul in its depth I see
And it speaks...

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Dear Emily,

In the quiet of Amherst, your words still bloom,
"Hope is the thing with feathers," you penned in your room.
Your verses, like the breeze, traverse time's vast sea,
Yet, dear Emily, a suggestion from me.

Your solitude...

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Alone, You lived, my dearest friend--
all the days were seldom kind,
the world, to you seemed blind
yet in your works I do find,
sincerity end to end.

You gave us pauses--stresses too--
lines that questioned a callous life,
verses, unfinished,...

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1.  Always aspiring to authentic answers
2.  Belief begins, only to end
3.  Calls the crow, 'never, to'
4.  Drifting like October leaves
5.  Falling upwards, death is alive
6.  Gargling, bleating, cawing birth
7....

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On the day you announced we would closed
no one truly understood
now here we stand tried and true
together we will all push through
we'll teach you to mess with us
the Vixen girls of Sweet Briar U.S.

#savesweetbriar
we will...

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Oh, how do I love thee Soup, count the ways
you resuscitate me on many days!
When skies are black and the ground is muddy
I come to the Soup to find my buddies.
The close allegiance of my...

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WEATHER   FUN

You can’t control weather at the Pole;
But Thule as a rule is always quite cool. 

You’ll hate Scottish weather - it’s never really hottish,
And the climate in Chile you’ll always find ...

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A recluse nicknamed ‘nun of Amherst
Wrote rhymes about death, faith and curse
‘Springfield Republican’ cleaved her mind
Where thoughts are joined you will find
‘Hope is the thing with feathers’
Where sweetest sound of gale is heard
She left an...

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