After Language

 
After language
     discovered me
     I thought, Oh, oh,
I’m in for it now.

After language
     discovered me
     whispering, it said,
you can raise your voice now.

After language
     discovered me
     it said, who said
you could talk now?

After language
     discovered it could
     confuse me like this,
now it will not leave me alone.

5 thoughts on “Robert Harlow”

1. Love this one!!

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   1. Hi,

      Thanks for liking / loving the poem. Nice to know at least one person read the poem.

      P.S. I’m not a beatnik or a cowboy, tho’ I did live in Arizona. Now I live in NY.

      What’s the doggie’s name?

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2. I really like your poetry and the fact that you can think a poem in your head, and then ‘there it is’! I am still trying to find a copy of the poem you wrote about the summers in Cooperstown. Perhaps you can let your followers know where that might be. Remembering you from Write Out Loud at the Fenimore in April. Cooperstown inspires poets throughout the seasons, particularly in autumn.

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   1. Hi Roseanne, I remember you too and our brief conversation at the reading. Was sorry you left early. I’m in Falmouth MA right now and just read your response to “After Language.” I’ve been looking you up online to find an email address for you but no luck. “Cooperstown” appears in Aethlon: The Journal of Sports Literature, but I don’t think it’s available online. I’ll send it to you (and my book) if we somehow establish contact. Thanks for liking the poem. How on earth did you find The Beatnik Cowboy?

      robertharlowk8@gmail.com

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      1. Hi Robert,

         I am still trying to email you, but the address you gave doesn’t go through…My email is rosannewestgate3@gmail.com. Hope to hear from you.

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