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Thursday, May 5, 2011

Couplets

Write without coffee. Wake at half-past-two.
Make couplets, since there's nothing else to do.

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Adventure! Be my damsel, my delight,
And watch me scribble in the dead of night.

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O southwest breezes, soft, scented of May --
Could you do more to beautify this day?

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When old Ted Roethke wrote, he made words dance
And sing in every desperate circumstance.

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Two hundred sixty pounds, robust with meat,
Ample with beer, I more than fill my seat.

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He walks on air, as nimble as a sprite:
A heavy poet who can keep things light.

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