Roland Bastien


Dying My Years - Poem by Roland Bastien

Dying my years
Cramped into tears
Words gone be etched
.
Elegiac lyricism
Pearl elopes
On a raw rhyme

Tristan Tzara hung up
A wise word and left its corpse
For Fluxus and John Cage

Dying my years
A jocular vowel
Nags the craft man who seats inside the exedra
Waiting for Kant’s memory to come

Willfully
Crippling
It hisses Kant Kant Kant

Dying my years
Words gone be etched
By Me


Comments about Dying My Years by Roland Bastien

  • (6/14/2008 7:17:00 PM)

    I take it, that this is about words. Beyond that, I have no clue.

    GW62
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  • (4/22/2008 5:11:00 PM)

    '...Elegiac lyricism
    Pearl elopes
    On a raw rhyme...'
    Eternal melancholy for mankind....
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  • (4/7/2008 10:45:00 AM)

    a touching one...when one thinks beyond such thoughts are infused... (Report)Reply

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  • (4/7/2008 2:42:00 AM)

    Your years will live long! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 8, 2008



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