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Poem LOST IN POEM-LIGHTbyLynne Thompson
![]() Jane Hirshfield don't drop by anymore-- not since the day I passed round odes as hors d'oeurves, poured sestinas on the rocks. They sadly shake their heads & whisper: "When did she disappear into that shimmer of poem-light?" Even when the random invitation issues, my hosts all quake with fear that I'll corner the guest of honor chanting ghazals for an hour or terrorize their children with tropes and terza rima. My family's worried, too; I hear that they are planning to lock me up with my pantoums and to shun me for my sonnets but I'm planning a poetic escape to States where poems gallop naked astride a naked horse, to pledge allegiance to a Country where Wild's the language that's spoken every day.
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