Andrew Furst

From: The Pythagorean Sonnet – Concrete Poetry – Compass Songs

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From: The Pythagorean Sonnet From: The Pythagorean Sonnet Part of a series of concrete poems from the Sackner Archive of Concrete and Visual Poetry founded by Ruth and Marvin Sackner If you enjoyed this post,  please like and share.  Compass Songs is an ongoing series of works by poets that I enjoy. Poetry, as the Zen Masters have said, is like a finger pointing to the moon. It speaks the Subscribe to My NewsletterJoin me for a little peace through reflection, art, video, sound, and poetry

Exhibition Announcement – Concrete Poetry – Compass Songs

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Accame, Vincenzo (Italian). Scrittura Visuale: Exhibition Announcement. Exhibition Announcement Part of a series of concrete poems from the Sackner Archive of Concrete and Visual Poetry founded by Ruth and Marvin Sackner If you enjoyed this post,  please like and share.  Compass Songs is an ongoing series of works by poets that I enjoy. Poetry, as the Zen Masters have said, is like a finger pointing to the moon. It speaks the Subscribe to My NewsletterJoin me for a little peace through reflection, art, video, sound, and poetry

Consumer – Concrete Poetry – Compass Songs

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Consumer Part of a series of concrete poems from the Sackner Archive of Concrete and Visual Poetry founded by Ruth and Marvin Sackner If you enjoyed this post,  please like and share.  Compass Songs is an ongoing series of works by poets that I enjoy. Poetry, as the Zen Masters have said, is like a finger pointing to the moon. It speaks the Subscribe to My NewsletterJoin me for a little peace through reflection, art, video, sound, and poetry

Hope is the thing with feathers – Emily Dickinson – Compass Songs

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“Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard – And sore must be the storm – That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm – I’ve heard it in the chillest land – And on the strangest Sea – Yet – never – in Extremity, It asked a crumb – of me. If you enjoyed this post,  please…read more

Burning the Old Year by Naomi Shihab Nye – Compass Songs

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. Letters swallow themselves in seconds. Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like moth wings, marry the air. So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame of days, so little is a stone. Where there was something and suddenly isn’t, an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space. I begin again with the smallest numbers. Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves, only the things I didn’t do crackle after the blazing dies. by Naomi Shihab Nye If you enjoyed…read more

Letters from a Father by Mona Van Duyn – Compass Songs

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Letters from a Father by Mona Van Duyn I Ulcerated tooth keeps me awake, there is such pain, would have to go to the hospital to have it pulled or would bleed to death from the blood thinners, but can’t leave Mother, she falls and forgets her salve and her tranquilizers, her ankles swell so and her bowels are so bad, she almost had a stoppage and sometimes what she passes is green as grass. There are big holes in my thigh where my leg brace buckles the size of…read more

little tree by e. e. cummings – Compass Songs

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[little tree] by e. e. cummings little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest and were you very sorry to come away? see i will comfort you because you smell so sweetly i will kiss your cool bark and hug you safe and tight just as your mother would, only don’t be afraid look the spangles that sleep all the year in a dark box dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine, the balls…read more

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