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Nicholas Collard Poem
September Song(for Sarah)
Chill September days
show off
silver gulls,
suspended as they are
on strings of blue.
Caught in the updraft
I think of you,
and do not fully understand
how you turned my life around,
Or
how below became
above.
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Nicholas Collard Poem
edward
estlin
cummings
hurled syntax
m
i
l
e
assumed nothing
as far as
grammar
is concerned
but rote beautifully
in the
vernacular and
in the evening
too.
Rules is rules
ain't they?
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Nicholas Collard Poem
Small lynx.
Inky onyx on
white and grey.
Maniac gibber
at gull and crow,
cursing through
the pane.
Blood and muscle
shot through green
keen,eye.
"Just wait.Just wait..."
He seems to say.
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What came to Ted that night,
heaved his hand
and burnt his pages and
gave us sage
and brutal phrases.
enormous, elemental flights
of reality.
Through birds-eye lens.
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