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Thursday 30 March 2017

The architecture of poetry

A word
or maybe just random letters
these are the gifts unintended 
but there is a filing instrument 
again a gift unintended
yes hurt 
can chip away
smooth over sharp edge 
cut clean
and hand over to heart
these raw materials 
with which
by and by
splendid pavilions I make
for who knows whom
if so desired to stay awhile 

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  1. There is a delicate truth and its always beyond the poem .That is the uniqueness which I see always in your poems. For me , the beauty of your poem is that.

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  4. Neat the work of masonry
    And splendid pavilion you've made

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