Favorite Poetry Book?
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Robin jackson
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Jstock7
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There is a new book called "Influencing Destiny: poetry and prose" by Christopher Brown that is really motivating read.
The Grandness of You
Look in the mirror today and see
The face of certain specialty.
No other image is quite like thine;
Thy person, evidence of power divine.
Potential is a gift for all that be, but
Becoming happens for those that see.
Look in the mirror and thou wilt find
There are possibilities of every kind.
Thou art something completely unique;
Share with confidence thy grand mystique.
With this knowledge thy joy will show;
True happiness thou wilt surely know.
The Grandness of You
Look in the mirror today and see
The face of certain specialty.
No other image is quite like thine;
Thy person, evidence of power divine.
Potential is a gift for all that be, but
Becoming happens for those that see.
Look in the mirror and thou wilt find
There are possibilities of every kind.
Thou art something completely unique;
Share with confidence thy grand mystique.
With this knowledge thy joy will show;
True happiness thou wilt surely know.
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Mkroman
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I'm crazy about Confessionalists, but Sylvia Plath is my favorite, favorite, favorite.... I adore Ariel - the restored edition. Ariel is just such a powerful collection of poems in and of itself, but the restored edition includes Plath's original selection and arrangement + facsimiles of her work. I love it.
I'll post one of the shorter poems from the collection for now:
You're
Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo's mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fools' Day.
O high-riser, my little loaf.
Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
Farther off than Australia.
Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn.
Snug as a bug and at home
Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
A creel of eels, all ripples.
Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
Right, like a well-done sum.
A clean slate, with your own face on.
I'll post one of the shorter poems from the collection for now:
You're
Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo's mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fools' Day.
O high-riser, my little loaf.
Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
Farther off than Australia.
Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn.
Snug as a bug and at home
Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
A creel of eels, all ripples.
Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
Right, like a well-done sum.
A clean slate, with your own face on.
