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(4) Echo's Death
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Echo Echo's Death
Denied by her heart's desire,
and betrayed by her voice.
Without even the blessing of tears,
the stricken nymph is dying.
Bit by bit she fades away,
and finally disappears.
Her voice is all thats left of her,
and that only in reply,
to someone else's words.
damn! thats deep your a deep person i like you for the good person you seem you a cool friend I like reading your poems..
I am sure the Silly Rabbit is most profoundly grateful for the acknowledgement, and I am most profoundly grateful for this series. Do I wish it had not reached this end?---definitely! Do I understand why have given us this much and not more?---of course I do, because it is part of your talent. The old phrase "always leave 'em wanting more" is a commonplace, but it is also one of those critical elements that any Poet must understand. (Ignoring that concept is why Ezra Pound's major life-work, The Cantos, is a colossal---and I mean, *colossal*---failure: because he did not know where to stop.) I think this is one of the paradoxes of poetic greatness: a Great Poet knows where to stop, and the reader does not want the Poet to stop. In that friendly tension, Art achieves its highest pinnacle. Rae, I hope you will continue with other sequences, because . . . while Echo may have reached her end point . . . your Talent has much, much more to offer your readers on Postpoems.
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