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Alta Ifland's avatar

You recognize Poetry when you read a poem like this. It doesn t happen often.

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Dawn S. White's avatar

there is an ache in my senses having read it.

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BB Borne's avatar

Can anyone help with the meaning of this poem?

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Jeff Hartzer's avatar

My three weeks with Corso’s protege…Lawrence Ferlinghetti

https://open.substack.com/pub/jeff515p0/p/a-ferlinghetti-feast?r=1n8kl4&utm_medium=ios

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Karen Kenworthy's avatar

I love Gregory Corso, especially his marriage poem!

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Luis A. Estable's avatar

I could say much about his, but I will limit myself to this: Yes, Shelley, who was already a great poet when he died. Try to imagine what he would have written if he had gone on to live another fifteen or twenty years more. Had Shakespeare died at that age, where would he be now in the English canon?

Good read!

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Thomas Molitor's avatar

ah, those Beat compound adjectives

right off the '50s streets of

San Francisco:

"leopard-apples"

"torched-skin mushrooms"

"cypressean skein"

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Daniel Henderson's avatar

"My hands did numb to beauty" is such a strong and phenom start to a poem.

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Teàrlach's avatar

There is a gentle, fearful inexpressible in that

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Daniel Henderson's avatar

Yes! Beauty is something that's pushed upon us to strive for so much it almost becomes inherit. And so to become numb to it is almost scary in an unknown otherworldly sort of way.

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