(Old note on the day Ogden Nash cached in.)
Jabberwock, ode to a skylark,
he'd used any device (licit or il)
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The heart once broken is a heart no more.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay
The proverb says that time confers relief,
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(W. C. Williams v. Wallace Stevens)
Too much
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The palm of a bestowing hand,
a tendril's ringlet to the vine;
merely a primrose in the tare,
merely grape to wine.
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I
Edmund Clerihew Bentley
lampooned illuminati intently:
his quatrains on names, with a closing flick,
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To be sung to the tune of Cole Porter's 'You're the Top.'
(She)
For words poetic I'm sympathetic—
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Deep breath. Hold it. Don't move. Okay, breathe out.
The second scan detects a new dismay:
X-rays confirm my body's swollen doubt.
I feel the chest straps tug; nurses convey
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Barbed words I spit out long ago
or courtly words I never said
skulk back to mind to let me know
that spoken deeds are never dead
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The walnut antlers swept behind his head,
a crown without dominion to defy
a brain disease that sapped his sense, misled
his sloping bulk from colder, broader sky
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