Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Spam Poetry Number 5
This one came with one of those image ads. Read the poem and see if you can guess what product was being promoted. Answer at the end.*
"Cristina"
by Shelba Karyl (madeleinenicoli@worldofbowls.com)
My soul lies cracked; and when, in its despair,
Only whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
Is the moon to grow
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
From point to point of meaning—open? closed?—
The bees are buzzing,
and turn it into something cartoon-funny.
That only you and I can know. Les deux
Deep in the fog that quenches every ray,
Given by nature will soak into it.
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
II. Quest and Conquest
XXI. Flying in the Arctic
Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.
And then I go on until I am beneath an archway,
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
*It was with an ad for Viagra.
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"Cristina"
by Shelba Karyl (madeleinenicoli@worldofbowls.com)
My soul lies cracked; and when, in its despair,
Only whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
Is the moon to grow
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
From point to point of meaning—open? closed?—
The bees are buzzing,
and turn it into something cartoon-funny.
That only you and I can know. Les deux
Deep in the fog that quenches every ray,
Given by nature will soak into it.
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
II. Quest and Conquest
XXI. Flying in the Arctic
Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.
And then I go on until I am beneath an archway,
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
*It was with an ad for Viagra.
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