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This is kind of embarrassing but I might as well ask. Do you have any favorite lines of poetry that you have written that are so amazing (to you, at least), so unutterably delicious (to you, at least), so thoroughly beauteous and full of all the raw, God-given talent that you possess...that you re-use them?
I posted a poem in crit recently and noticed that I had written the following:
marshalling these moments
bugled to a ragged muster.
I thought it looked kinda familiar so I did a little sleuthing and found out that I used another version of that line in an entirely different poem posted here for crit a year or two ago.
these moments lined up before her
like weary soldiers bugled
to a ragged muster
I have at least two other poems (un-posted, unpublished) in which there is a line that prominently portrays moments as soldiers being "bugled to a ragged muster." Whether or not these moments are "weary" varies, probably depending on how tired I was when I wrote the poem.
Anyway, it would seem that I am quite fond of that particular line and think it quite clever. About once every two or three years I write something and there it is again...those weary moments and that damn bugle.
I posted a poem in crit recently and noticed that I had written the following:
marshalling these moments
bugled to a ragged muster.
I thought it looked kinda familiar so I did a little sleuthing and found out that I used another version of that line in an entirely different poem posted here for crit a year or two ago.
these moments lined up before her
like weary soldiers bugled
to a ragged muster
I have at least two other poems (un-posted, unpublished) in which there is a line that prominently portrays moments as soldiers being "bugled to a ragged muster." Whether or not these moments are "weary" varies, probably depending on how tired I was when I wrote the poem.
Anyway, it would seem that I am quite fond of that particular line and think it quite clever. About once every two or three years I write something and there it is again...those weary moments and that damn bugle.