No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,
Nothing to love or link with,
The anasthetic from which none come round.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: aubade, death, Philip Larkin, rhyme, rhythm, unsettling
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Yes 0
It’s stupid and lovely
To rush into Yes.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: advice, dimeter, Muriel Rukeyser, rhyme, rhythm, social commentary