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Modern Art

Modern Art

A Poem by Consuela Burke


Modern art is great Not for its technique But for its intentions. Not the work you see but What has gone unmentioned The excellent type of p..
Between Latitudes

Between Latitudes

A Poem by Consuela Burke


Pre-Columbian ships,finding themselves adriftbetween latitudes,saw, mirrored in placid,vast, and deadly glass,their slavers' gift.And disembarked, up...
Thing Two

Thing Two

A Poem by Consuela Burke


Thing TwoSprinkler toesraspberry tipssummer camprocking hips.Whirring ceiling.Doe eyes doe kneesFor tricking, kneeling.Listen, little braidsyour mothe..
Thing One

Thing One

A Poem by Consuela Burke


Thing OnePetals uncoiledWith onlySelf-PersuasionIn dry satinFor thedark occasionFor mustyLoosened fleshDe-featheredAfter moltingThe beeSo fullHe leaks..
To Fall

To Fall

A Poem by Consuela Burke


The last to fall in autumn When smart leaves were long dead, I curled my fists on wet cement to supplicate my dr..
An Old Library in Rio

An Old Library in Rio

A Poem by Consuela Burke


Forever, once, twice, and never.
Little Cluttered Pen

Little Cluttered Pen

A Poem by Consuela Burke


Two tendencies emerged in Greece One mystical, passionate, faithful To Dionysus and the primitive peace ..
I like Poets from the West

I like Poets from the West

A Poem by Consuela Burke


I like poets from the West And a few from England best. It must be so, on du..

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