Poetry in Multimedia

I love poetry. It is in the oxygen I breathe, and in the blood that courses through me. We have so many means now, with which to create, express and share, that our poetry can cross any boundary.

Friday, May 29, 2015

TS Eliot (6) Ash-Wednesday

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Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man's gift and that man...

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

TS Eliot (5) Waste Land

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Monday, May 25, 2015

TS Eliot (4) Waste Land

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FOR EZRA POUND IL MIGLIOR FABBRO I. The Burial o...

Friday, May 15, 2015

TS Eliot (3) Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock

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S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma percioche gi...

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

TS Eliot (2) Dedication to my Wife

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To whom I owe the leaping delight That quickens my senses in our wakingtime And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingti...

Monday, May 11, 2015

TS Eliot (1)

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He was not in any way an unconscious thinker or an impulsive thinker. Everything is very measured, and that sometimes gives the sense ...

Friday, May 1, 2015

Stripping, by Scott McWaters

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Blunt words are the knife that carves a lamb. I see a butcher slowly taking her clothes off. “What are you doing?” I ask, but she only smi...

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