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Frank Ovid Frank Ovid 45, United States (5/5/2014 4:21:00 PM)

There's something about this poem that I love. Why?I think it's how he goes from one point to another so quickly that gets me. Something Jeff does pretty well. It's NOT a " story" , it's poetry because of the words involved and how the guy gets from one place to another. Then, you have to have a strong ending. Something that's critical (I think) with this kind of poem.



Hedgehog
BY PAUL MULDOON


The snail moves like a
Hovercraft, held up by a
Rubber cushion of itself,
Sharing its secret

With the hedgehog. The hedgehog
Shares its secret with no one.
We say, Hedgehog, come out
Of yourself and we will love you.

We mean no harm. We want
Only to listen to what
You have to say. We want
Your answers to our questions.

The hedgehog gives nothing
Away, keeping itself to itself.
We wonder what a hedgehog
Has to hide, why it so distrusts.

We forget the god
under this crown of thorns.
We forget that never again
will a god trust in the world.

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  • Rookie - 934 Points Mike Acker (5/5/2014 10:32:00 PM) Post reply

    Yes, sorry I forgot, I am an " indecent" poet if even that.
    Only those with taste(the decent ones) will see the emperor's clothing. Now please keep in mind that Palmer was fully ignorant of basic meter" ology" .

  • Rookie - 50 Points Alexander Rizzo (5/5/2014 7:19:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    brilliant. you have to be a decent poet to understand it. muldoon - the master of absurdity

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    • Frank Ovid (5/5/2014 8:14:00 PM) Post reply

      That's what I like. The absurd. He's new to me. I'm enjoying his stuff a lot.

  • Rookie - 934 Points Mike Acker (5/5/2014 4:44:00 PM) Post reply

    Very silly poem:

    " The snail moves like a
    Hovercraft, held up by a
    Rubber cushion of itself,
    Sharing its secret"

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