The language of poets. A Found Poem for essunwin.
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By Ron! I tried to hold the plath along a cold, cole ridge
But heaney had I donne a hat,
chaucer-shaped , cisneros laugh, but cummings soon
I found dry den.

Dy lan I lay on eliot, gin sberg on ice, will make us graves;
a dick a bob, hardy a hecht,
so hop kin, hughes! Re joyce or kip; Ling kom on ya kaa lamb.
(Larkin about, a lear law renced.)

Le on 'ard beds, we long fellows, le wis a locke or milli-gan?
Mil ton is moore, or more is less,
we nash and nesbitt, peacock proud to pick 'ard in the poe.
Pollocks! That’s just your opinsky!

Give the pope a pound or pugh; sext on shakes, speares fly swift.
She lley to sit well, tenny son,
you’ll find tol kien up dike… then hek, he’s wilde.
Will I am surely words worth…so you can just zukovsky.

Tectak
2014
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The language of poets. A Found Poem for essunwin. - by tectak - 05-11-2014, 07:48 PM



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