Peter Black

Peter Black Poems

41. Cheap Pops 12/22/2014
42. When I'M Far 12/22/2014
43. Cactus 12/22/2014
44. Fiery Summer 12/22/2014
45. Seasons 12/22/2014
46. Salt 12/22/2014
47. Steam 12/22/2014
48. Human Grease 12/22/2014
49. Tar 12/22/2014
50. Monster Within 12/22/2014
51. Moment Of Death 12/22/2014
52. Seven Rings 12/22/2014
53. Memphone 12/22/2014
54. The Myth Of Er 12/22/2014
55. The Singer's Grief 12/22/2014
56. A Summer Nymph 12/22/2014
57. A Space Of Time 12/22/2014
58. The Stanzas Of Life And Death 12/22/2014
59. Hosanna 12/22/2014
60. Anonymous 12/22/2014
61. The Next Day 12/22/2014
62. Out In The World 12/22/2014
63. The Clean Life 12/22/2014
64. Wandering Alone 12/22/2014
65. Wasted Time 12/22/2014
66. Wrath 12/22/2014
67. Autopilot 12/22/2014
68. Juno 12/22/2014
69. Perfect Moment 12/22/2014
70. Tithonus And Fallacia 12/22/2014
71. The Beetle 12/22/2014
72. Oppression 12/22/2014
73. The Natural World 12/22/2014

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  • Aaron (2/7/2018 8:47:00 PM)

    does anyone have an analysis of this poem?

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Best Poem of Peter Black

The Natural World

This human world is fixed with chains and locks.
Children are told with their arms and legs clasped,
'Do not think of what is not sold or bought.'
As they are led from closed box to hot box,
Where the inner light has grown faded, gone
Out of the mystic; we forgot the songs
That put dancing into innocent feet,
Around tribal fires and roasting meat;
Now we chant dirges to the greedy gods,
Loving captives of interest and clocks.

But out past the city and sprawling ways,
Of powdered bricks and electricity,
Beyond the dead lands where forests were ...

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Walking Ghost

Sweetness and scorn when I wake in a mourn,
Curse the night that held dormant feelings born,
Kissed from the demons; the ghost of what is
Left me say hope in tomorrow now lives.
Begins when I awake with my eyes gleamed
Of the shade and the moons sick feely beams,
But the sun, it rots the day; says, 'What now? '
For truth, that hope like the moon had gone down.
So waking, you look at the one you love,

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