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33 front-rhymed easter anti-sonnet Sonnets have had it: dead as yellow birds bobbing like buoys on pink Easter bonnets Bad enough you have to use words without sinking the buggers in fourteen lines O Shakespeare Milton what made you choose them? O Formalist can’t you read the signs? O Meinke why are you writing another? Who’s sick of sonnets? Iamb iamb And true I also have had it: taught too much Bishop Wilbur Frost It all shows Through blue-black spring evenings I shouldn’t think of such old tugs as sonnets when damn it the stars tack blazing through the sky Miraculous! Miraculous ! on their traditional track to glorify ...

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