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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

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Random Poem:

Claude Chabrol's 'Les Biches' 1968
nemo

Not much you can do with jealousy,
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store it, save it, turn it into anger?
 2
Direct it at Jacqueline Sassard?
 3
Call hers a retirement too early?
 4
 
 
But would she even care,
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as she daintily does her shopping
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for things she doesn't need
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today in Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat?
 8
 
 
Not much longer for this life,
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rich Gianni Lancia back home
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with the framed photos of his dad's
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racing-cars in the gated villa,
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decadently awaits her return;
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because it's still buonissimo
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having la bella donna
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he seduced away from all that -
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stardom, looking beautiful -
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giving her the chance to run off
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with him to Brazil at twenty-eight,
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and she took it. Why not?
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With a neat plunge of a knife
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lifted down from the wall,
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Jacqueline killed Stéphane Audran,
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still working over sixty films later.
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Why waited on the bed to reclaim
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lover Jean-Louis Trintignant,
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but Chabrol didn't reveal what
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we imagine happened next
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or tell us what happened to Why.
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No need, we know why: it was La Fin,
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as, never to be  caught on film again,
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Jacqueline slipped away overnight,
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from biche célèbre to biche anonyme.
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