Jay Mandeville Poems

This for certain, Keats has a temper;
he knows how to take it and dish it out.
Mark well when he warns us,
Keats will decode our doubts.
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when war was first invented,
it was jealous of
the bridegrooms -
it left envious ruins
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behold these inanimate signs
on a page of unlooked-at lines
concealed from the world by mass neglect
skipped by browsers that never connect
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printed books run a risk:
silent, while life shouts.
neglected, despised,
yet a quiet surprise,
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Enduring hot weather
is like avoiding a visitor's call:
stay hidden beneath
Infinity's shade, keep quiet and still.
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MICROGRAPHIA catches its prey-
a spider's fate enlarged upon...
a mini-drama commemorating...what,
exactly? The spider is 'small...
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Deep are the woods
but for wit's wild sake
I'll change my shape
discard my hesitant
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Who killed the printed book?
Why and where for the answer look?

Not we, say the publishers,
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We are the children of the Midwest sun:
its light has weight, measured musical tones.

'Come along, ' sang Empedocles,450 BCE,
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As thickly hangs
the shadow of a pear,
as echoes strange
remain clinging to a wall,
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