All Comments on 'I Was Four the First Time I Died'

Very powerful piece unsettling too because you've put into words what I've never dared to

Mentioned in <i>New Poetry Recommendations</i> today.

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A disturbing poem though I'm not really sure what it is about. It sounds like a rape at times, at others, like a murder, but in the end may have to do with telling a little girl that Santa Claus doesn't exist—I'm not sure but, if I'm right, I'd suggest that the metaphors are overkill. At any rate, I give it a 5 for it's power and it's invocation to be gentle with innocent minds.

And I can't stop reading it. Dammit I don't WANT to know about this pain! Not again! And again! Over and over. It never goes away you know. Never. You have slammed me up against a wall w/ this. I wish I could reach into you and tear this out.

Absolutely beautiful job, Kiddo!!