I Did Not Exactly "Steal" Dawn Powell's Poem
You are welcome to think otherwise
if that is what it takes to remember
the uber-novelist Dawn Powell.
To understand this disclaimer
please click on the Poem
then return to this page.
I will assume you did just that.
The first verse: Some fine day, you'll have to pay
re-phrases the first words of her novel,
TURN, MAGIC WHEEL
The rest of the poem was inspired by this:
Curiosity is my muse,
lashing me thousands of miles
across land and sea
to study a tragic face
at a bus window,
not for humanity’s sake
but for the answer.
Dawn Powell
Turn Magic Wheel
(1936)
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| Both images are from here |
The next Dawn Powell
page is here.
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It takes most people a liletime to realize
ReplyDeletethat humanity is not what it is cracked up to be.
Optimists are happily sold a bill of goods.
...And all non-optimists get their bill of goods
Deletefrom professional or social media or some other
sub-species of humanity.
Slam, bam no thank you mame.
DeleteSaying no life experiences(?), damn!
Ooops!
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