A brown desk
A green lie
A grey carpet, like the film on my eye
Who knew of such a quiet way to die?
by Barry Buxbaum
25 Jul 09:57
When did this poem written
15 Jul 2015 03:57
Does anyone know when this poem was written / published?
Gangadharan Nair Pulingat
18 May 2015 07:48
An interesting poem and the story of fear in dreams about the terrible horse. Though may be the entire episode a poetic imagination it felt so fantastic imagination in the poetry. likes.
18 May 2015 07:31
Odd that this poem has become the Poem of the day, brought to our attention by fate... As I look through the other comments below I see my own name... Funny though. Perhaps it is my age, memory slipping, too many things on my mind maybe. Because while reading the poem I did not recognize it, except for the nagging feeling that this poet has completely enraptured my heart and soul.... If nothing more it certainly convinces me that my own love for poetry is certainly consistent... And that I love Louise Bogan...
Naida Nepascua Supnet
18 May 2015 04:07
I like the last line. It implies how a can be tamed with a touch of a hand.