Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
Below is a block of text, purloined from Wordsworth (whose deathiversary today is), and warped through multiple retranslations into a variety of languages and then back into English. Ponder the weirdness of it, and then use it to leap off into a new poem of your own. You aren’t trying to restore the original – …
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Earth hath not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; …
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A Dark Feathered Art 