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Poetry

Rating: 3.3

In the same way that the mindless diamond keeps
one spark of the planet's early fires
trapped forever in its net of ice,
it's not love's later heat that poetry holds,
but the atom of the love that drew it forth
from the silence: so if the bright coal of his love
begins to smoulder, the poet hears his voice
suddenly forced, like a bar-room singer's -- boastful
with his own huge feeling, or drowned by violins;
but if it yields a steadier light, he knows

the pure verse, when it finally comes, will sound
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Susan Williams 15 January 2016

Diamonds and sparks of fire- - that is a beautiful recreation of how diamonds and love came to be

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Terry Craddock 15 January 2016

'but the atom of the love that drew it forth from the silence: so if the bright coal of his love begins to smoulder, the poet hears his voice' beautiful lines, alas I guess I do not smoulder as I write, I hear not my voice when writing, with so many styles themes voices to hear, I do not listen to my own, but I love the imagery of this poem, '... the mindless diamond keeps one spark of the planet's early fires trapped forever in its net of ice, ' exquisite 'the pure verse, when it finally comes, ' yes this is a poet's drug, we drink deeply into verses, drowning in reverent lines

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Terry Craddock 24 January 2016

Poets Drowning In Reverent Lines pure verse when it comes poet heroin rushes this is addict poet's drug we drink deeply into brewed verses drowning in reverent lines Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Poetry' by the poet Don Paterson. Dedicated to the poet Don Paterson.

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Terry Craddock 24 January 2016

Behold Fiery Furnace Atomic Thoughts Originating in what fiery furnace did the atom of my thought originate a super giant perhaps a white dwarf star? like burning stars spinning in cosmic soup milky way galaxy across vast regions of space so my thoughts spiral arms Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Poetry' by the poet Don Paterson. Dedicated to the poet Don Paterson.

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Terry Craddock 24 January 2016

Do You Feel The Burning? do you feel the burning burning desire to write enflaming heart engulfing senses? bursting into spontaneous combustion I do not smoulder I write I hear not my voice when writing I am too busy writing to listen with so many pathos styles themes voices to hear I do not listen to my own voice writing there are too many other voices to waiting hear quick listen other voices murmuring whispering shouting to hear quick listen Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Poetry' by the poet Don Paterson. Dedicated to the poet Don Paterson.

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Dr Antony Theodore 16 March 2020

he knows the pure verse, when it finally comes, will sound like a mountain spring, anonymous and serene. Beneath the blue oblivious sky, the water sings of nothing, not your name, not mine. mysterious ways of poetry in the mind of the poet. brilliant, . tony

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Richard Ponsonby 16 March 2020

You're getting there, but where?

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Javed iqbal 27 March 2019

Poetry

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Rae Seagull 23 January 2018

Exquisite! Beautifully crafted

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Terry Craddock 24 January 2016

I Hear Not My Voice When Writing I guess I do not smoulder as I write I hear not my voice when writing with so many styles themes voices to hear I do not listen to my own so swiftly poetic words are sown in spaces between eternity glass blown Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Poetry' by the poet Don Paterson. Dedicated to the poet Don Paterson.

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