Firestone Feinberg
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There Are and NowA Poem by Firestone FeinbergI wrote this ina sort of 'meta-language' that I use now and then. Although it has philosophical and linguistic bases, it is also funny in ways Alway.. |
Then Let Us Have An ElegyA Poem by Firestone Feinbergb''h2/18/13Then let us have an elegyBefore our world be done --Play! Musician! -- eloquently --Last melody; tho' noneMay live to hear your final song .. |
I Know Not What To Do With PraiseA Poem by Firestone FeinbergLately I have gotten too much praise for my poems. Please say nasty things. Do you want me to become a bubble? a balloon? or what -- |
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I Know A Perfect Place To HideA Poem by Firestone Feinbergb’’h6/30/12I know a perfect place to hide --Where find you no one will --‘Tis neither down in valley wide --Nor high atop some hill... |
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The Poet Of Our Modern TimeA Poem by Firestone FeinbergMany modern poets won't tolerate rhyme. I don't think that's wise. Rhyme and not-rhyme are needed -- to balance the sound of poetry. And rhyme is o.. |
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Help Wanted: Proprietor Takes VacationA Poem by Firestone FeinbergA ditty. I was in a lighthearted mood. No. not intoxicated. |
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Here then are Is and AndA Poem by Firestone FeinbergI sometimes write in another form of language. It uses English words, but it recognizes some physical and metaphysical realities which are either mis.. |
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YoA Poem by Firestone Feinbergb''h2/12/13YoI don’t knowWho you areOr if you areAnd if you arethen what canI say to youAll I know is thatI've wanted to write to youFor a long .. |
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The Boy of Words Who Never Had SpokenA Poem by Firestone FeinbergTHE BOY OF WORDS WHO NEVER HAD SPOKENThe boy of words who never had spokenStood at the edge of a universe hurtAnd silently wept for dreams become curs.. |
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Someone carrying up aA Poem by Firestone FeinbergThis is a description of my earliest memory. It is about my father carrying me up a flight of steps. We had come to Philadelphia to visit my grandpa.. |