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Last edited by Bloggsworth; 09-08-2011 at 09:35 PM.
Heh. Birds. Had to look those up. This is simple. It feels like a William Carlos William piece. Very nice.
Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.
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This is a nice little epigram, Bloggsworth. I don't have much comment, because poetically it's quite self-explanatory (and if you had a metaphorical meaning to it, then again, that meaning is quite simply picked up). Traditionally, many satirists would write small poems like this that could be pulled apart entirely to gain a wealth of meaning and understanding. If you ever wrote more epigrams like these, have you considered delving into this kind of satire? It's really satisfying to read something that nourishes you as a reader in such a small package.
Without God, all is night, and with him light is useless. - Emil Cioran
Thanks Nick,
The poem may be read literally, which is what most do, or it can be seen as an injunction against spin-doctors.
Chaucer's The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.
And to any ornithological pedants; I know Kestrels don't eat Lapwings, that's why it was only a distraction...
Last edited by Bloggsworth; 07-14-2011 at 02:39 PM.
Such elegance in so few lines. I am quite intrigued and enchanted. A brilliant observation ...
Peace...Jul
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