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Christian Morgenstern: The guinea fowl

Posted on January 25, 2008 by

The guinea fowl The guinea fowl counts: one, two, three, four … Pray what is all that counting for, Out there among the deep dark pine trees? The bird, driven by knowledge’s itch, And doing so without a glitch, Is … Continue reading →

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Happy poem no. 3

Posted on January 6, 2008 by

This one’s seen happiness beyond bliss It squints in happiness like someone exposed to too much bright sun coming in at an awkward winter angle What’s left after so much bliss? – James Steerforth (© 2008) Autobiographical note Written not … Continue reading →

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Serious poem no. 1

Posted on January 4, 2008 by

Its crumpled brow and downcast looks reveal it’s serious. It comes with heavy steps, black laceless shoes, a sizeable rump. Dresses in knit browns barely containing a bulky bust. But what beautiful big golden shiny eyes – one would surmise … Continue reading →

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Sub-zero

Posted on December 16, 2007 by

The clinking of flag strings against poles the only sound in the deserted twilight park with its November bare trees – that clinking and farther-away traffic noise – James Steerforth (© 2007) Note All freshly seen, heard, felt.

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Happy poem no. 2

Posted on December 1, 2007 by

It’s wearing a big wide grin (and nothing else but a scratched Swatch wristwatch) Omigod what big spade-like teeth, but white and healthy from regular brushing and flossing What big round blue eyes that smile at you, whoever you are … Continue reading →

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Happy poem

Posted on November 3, 2007 by

Look at it – it’s happy on its cerulean blue plastic stool. Wouldn’t you with a bright chromium yellow bill like that? And ocher webbed feet comfortably sheathed in extra wide carmine rubber sandals? – James Steerforth (© 2007) Note … Continue reading →

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