Friday, June 18, 2004

Let's have fun with poetry! 

Share whatever poem best describes how you're feeling these days. Mine is via Kurt Vonnegut's greatest book, Cat's Cradle:

When I Felt The Bullet Enter My Heart

Edgar Lee Masters, Spoon River Anthology

I was the first fruits of the Battle of Missionary Ridge.
When I felt the bullet enter my heart
I wished I had staid at home and gone to jail
For stealing the hogs of Curl Trenary,
Instead of running away and joining the army.
Rather a thousand times the county jail
Than to lie under this marble figure with wings,
And this granite pedestal
Bearing the words, "Pro Patria."
What do they mean, anyway?


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