Unpluck your shining eyes;
time-tutored stones - bright
miracles of light’s yearning
to be seen, even in darkness -
biology’s artistic manipulation
of willing, original molecules -
by what advantage imagined,
partially configured, rehearsal
polished, to Nature’s unnatural glass -
like brilliant jewellery lay them down.
It’s an interesting topic. And I want to both reserve judgement and give the poem a sideswipe. Ah, what the heck: it’s as flat as a flitter in what I see. My guanine cries out for better representation.
The Human Genome: Poems on the Book of Life
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Does the term "chicken" translate regarding your failure to post my comment or, how about "lacking integrity" - you can't knock five years of work by only reading a few lines of one poem. Any scholar would know that.
"Chicken" means I took a weekend off from e-mail and didn't see your message. I was perfectly honest about my impression of the poem being a first one, and it is pretty darn flat. And I do think my guanine deserves a more auspicious opening.
You know, that's too snarky. I can do better than that. A thousand pages is huge commitment, and the opening isn't to my taste. If you don't mind, could you offer me the chance of pointing out a passage that you like in the piece?
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