Modern Poetry

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Posted by Ernest on December 01, 1998 at 08:54:15:
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Modern Poetry

when language
wearing its formal dress,
well-spoken
at its station in high society,
disobeys the laws of exposition,
Love may creep
like a fiend
into the camphor-scented rooms
of finely-crafted sentences,
strangle the sleeping baby
and fill its bag
with moon and stars.



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