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Arts & Humanities: Poetry: “Question: Tto find book of poems 1987 by world of poetry?” plus 5 more

Arts & Humanities: Poetry: “Question: Tto find book of poems 1987 by world of poetry?” plus 5 more


Question: Tto find book of poems 1987 by world of poetry?

Posted: 09 Aug 2016 12:29 PM PDT

You probably can't. The books produced by scam organizations like "World of Poetry" are almost never sold by bookstores or kept in libraries, because nobody except the clueless people whose poems are published in them would want to buy them. These outfits pretend to be legitimate contests, but actually "accept" and print everything submitted to them, no matter how bad; then they sell these books full of garbage back to the entrants.

If you absolutely must get a copy perhaps the World of Poetry will sell you one. Otherwise, you're probably out of luck unless you see one for sale for five cents at somebody's garage sale.

Question: Review this poem?

Posted: 09 Aug 2016 11:32 AM PDT

And suddenly, I am awake.
Silver sheets sprawled over me,
my mind fuzzy with only one resonant feeling,
"I'm hungover".

The words tumble out,
just as I too, tumble out of bed.
My footing is friendly and my phone intact,
though my head is not so lucky.

I scan quickly over the room,
with my alcohol-dulled senses.
"My room is a haven",
I muse, as I step out to the hallway,

into a kitchen more akin to a market.
Chaotic chats ensue over last night.
Blackouts and black tea pepper the conversation.
"I don't remember much..."

I excuse myself before things get too heavy.
It is cold and rainy out.
But I am draped in a warm parka,
and a half dazed stare clothes my face.

"Time to take on the world",
I mutter, bemusedly.

Question: Emily Dickinson poem help : To pile like thunder?

Posted: 09 Aug 2016 11:19 AM PDT

Can someone please help summarize this poem or briefly explain what Dickinson is trying to say?
To pile like Thunder to its close
Then crumble grand away
While Everything created hid
This — would be Poetry —

Or Love — the two coeval come —
We both and neither prove —
Experience either and consume —
For None see God and live —

Question: How does daughters world emerge through the poem taught me purple?

Posted: 09 Aug 2016 09:26 AM PDT

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