Definition

One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

9/11 MEMORIAL


The 10th Anniversary Tribute




8 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Many people will be paying tribute to day, each in his or her own way. I know poets like to put their thoughts into words, so I am offering this Open Link for any who would like to share their thoughts with us.

Mary said...

Within the past few days I have written two 9/11 poems. I shared both, look forward to reading yours.

Kenia Cris said...

My feeling is of profound sadness for the people who died that day and because I think of the things they never lived to see.

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quazism said...

I'm From South africa but remember vividly, how paralyzing that day left me feeling. My offering comes from a personal space, but I do believe all emoitions are universal.

Abin Chakraborty said...

I too remember those apocalyptic images.but they are juxtaposed with images of countless terrorist attacks we Indians have been experiencing for the last 20 years and more.the horror never leaves and only last week their was a blast in New Delhi, preceded by an earlier blast in Mumbai.This poem is dedicated to all those who, like me, have lived through these torrid times, 'bomb by bomb'(Derek Mahon.

Kenia Cris said...

People jumping to their deaths, yes Kerry, my most painful memory which you read well in the poem, it is about that, about the people falling fast and 'dreaming of wings' dreaming they could fly. Thanks for you adorable comment. <3

shawnacymariekiker said...

i wish i had words for this.

Seek The Sun said...

Our lives, our world, forever changed.