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Take The I Out

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But I love the I, steel I-beam
that my father sold. They poured the pig iron
into the mold, and it fed out slowly,
a bending jelly in the bath, and it hardened,
Bessemer, blister, crucible, alloy, and he
marketed it, and bought bourbon, and Cream
of Wheat, its curl of butter right
in the middle of its forehead, he paid for our dresses
with his metal sweat, sweet in the morning
and sour in the evening. I love the I,
frail between its flitches, its hard ground
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Sylvia Frances Chan 26 November 2018
The World According To Sharon Olds, I love the most reading the World through her eyes, True Ars Poetica at its Best. Congratulations dear Mrs. Olds by being chosen as the Modern Poem Of The Day. Hurray! We all on POEMHUNTER say HURRAY NOW. Though you're an atheist, as far as I am concerned....I say G.B.U. Amen.10+
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Ratnakar Mandlik 25 November 2018
A great poem encompassing the basic psychic riddle of human beings that starts with I and mine. n enjoyable read.Thanks for posting it here.
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Bill Grace 25 November 2018
I vwish the PH community had her with out Love back.
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Edward Kofi Louis 25 November 2018
Like the soul that rushes! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Adrian Flett 25 November 2018
What a great description of conception. We all start with the I and end with it.
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Colleen Courtney 15 May 2014
Enjoyed the read! ! ! ! ! !
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