Tag: Poetry
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After “Vor dem Gesetz,” At Home, Oct ’20
He was sat in an obscure corner of the world, In Memphis (of late), and left alone to read Obscure histories, of the fishing of sea-bream, And grouper, of the proper ecological relations, Of sponge, tortoise, and the sunlight which scatters Thru the unlanc’d emeraldry of sea-skin, Their holy bilayer. This curriculum Like most, went…
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Sharing some John Ashbery, and Poetry in California
Wanted to pass along some beloved excerpts from John Ashbery, who I try my utmost to imitate. Nothing is like his poetry. An immodest little white wine, some scattered seraphs,recollections of the Fall—tell me,has anyone made a spongier representation, chasedfewer demons out of the parking lotwhere we all held hands? Little by little the idea…
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The Bug’s Birth, Outside, Jun ’20
I sneezed, and there came to be a honeybee Lying on the turf. Writhing, writhing amid its stalks, His arms catching for some fast, that his wings Might underfoot take air, and him deliver Anon to higher ground. The ejecta previously mine, now his and the earth’s, Strung itself along a glimmer, and waited. I…
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Acts of Union, Nighttime, Jun ’20
Betty, who with her Scotch tongue New stews could set to boil ladleless, Sat inhomogenously upon the bus seat. Yes, Friend, inhomogeneous – for within her made rent The hoary statistic of gaseous state and without, On her visage, ruled well-traveled liquid, Fit to meet whose nature it and she chanced Upon the highway. Remaining,…
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