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| Madison Square Park |
remind me of the word sangfroid,
brittle stems like thin ice picks,
ending in bouqueted bulbs that froze
as they bloomed, breezing in the cold June air
Written: 6/10/10
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About Me
- Sherry
- When I was 14, I wrote my first poem, a treacly one about friendship. In high school, I began writing poems after reading Jewel's "A Night in Armor," a book that allowed me to fall in love with free verse. Once I entered college, A.R. Ammons's "Glare," an opus using beautiful, winding language, completely changed the way I thought about poetry. And I've played with words ever since.
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