DESPERATE

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Desperate for you

to praise my dumb poetry,

I shrivel at words

unheard thru the muck of slur.

Gliding compassionate bird,

with feathers like cheetah fur,

come sing upon my shoulder.


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I sincerely doubt that your

I sincerely doubt that your poetry can be called "dumb"---by you, or by any of your readers.  While I respect a Poet's absolute authority to make assertions (x equals y, y is congruent to z), I do not think that authority extends to calling your own poetry "dumb."  I think other readers will agree with me.


The "gliding compassionate bird" takes its rightful place among Poetry's other birds, from Catullus' poem about his girl friend's sparrow, through Coleridge's albatross, to Pop Stevens" "Bird With The Coppery, Keen Claws."  In both the immediate, and the long, views, your bird extends and enhances the poetic tradition.


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