Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem.-Edgar Allan Poe

Poetry is when emotion has found its thought and thought has found words--Robert Frost

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance--Carl Sandburg

I have nothing to say, I am saying it, and that is poetry--John Cage

You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you--Joseph Joubert

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. ~Dylan Thomas

I Have a Proof! Also, a New Two Crow Brothers Verse!

joybragi84
3 days ago
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Two Crows Tug-of-War: Created by Google Gemini

Holy Cow! Did I have a lot of revising to do when the first proof arrived. The back cover was all messed up. The front cover had to be rearranged. Throughout the book, I had fonts that were waaaay out of whack. I had a busy day Saturday making all the changes. Hopefully, Kellie will have her turn at the book in the next couple of days, and by next Saturday, I can order another proof. I have attached the PDF of the book cover below. I hope that you can open it.

Now, how about we take a look at a new Crow brothers verse. ENJOY!

The Two Crow Brothers Bring a Glove

I saw the two Crow brothers

Up near the mower house.

They tug-of-warred a fuzzy rag

I thought was a dead mouse.

But when I got up close enough,

I saw it was a glove,

A leather one turned inside out

And rudely disposed of.

The fingertips were worn to holes,

The palm was slick and glossy,

The canvas cuff was half torn off

And looked a little mossy.

Where did the two crows find this glove?

I know it’s not been here.

I saw one by the livestock pens

Earlier this year.

I now remember that my dog

Sniffed at it several days

As we walked by a sawdust pile

Next to the show pen bays.

And now, the crows have brought it back.

I guess they don’t like change.

They want my memory shaped by theirs.

Do you not find that strange?

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I find that I cannot exist without Poetry--without eternal poetry--half the day will not do--the whole of it--I began with a little, but habit has made me a Leviathan.-John Keats

We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in; but its fitting in is a test of its value.-T. S. Eliot

A man may praise and praise, but no one recollects but that which pleases.-George Gordon, Lord Byron

The great beauty of poetry is that it makes everything in every place interesting.-John Keats

Our faulty elder poets sacrificed the passion and passionate flow of poetry to the subtleties of intellect and to the stars of wit; the moderns to the glare and glitter of a perpetual, yet broken and heterogeneous imagery, or rather to an amphibious something, made up, half of image, and half of abstract meaning. The one sacrificed the heart to the head; the other both heart and head to point and drapery.-S. T. Coleridge

The purpose of rhythm, it has always seemed to me, is to prolong the moment of contemplation, the moment when we are both asleep and awake, which is the one moment of creation.-W. B. Yeats

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