poetry
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“The Struggles of Words”, 1928, by Pierre Reverdy
Torment wanders into the light beyond the roof. At midday, without sunlight. The walls are covered with snow, against a gray background. The eye stops and vainly seeks a better path. They’ve rubbed away the designs that gave life to the crumbling walls. Some words raise themselves affirmatively. And the flood, too high, carries off the…
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Kestrel
A kestrel orbits the Meadowlands Beside the Turnpike. A reminder: In the order of everything, It is most likely the case that No thing separates from any other thing, Despite great evidence contrary. The four-ounce kestrel, gliding on, powerful and free— As Diogenes masturbating in the marketplace—will die, His body fall-flung by the side of…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 333
will she have been tracked filling with white degrees a key state in both 2008 and overwhelmingly failure of education for trump a better chance to be white voters with white demographics to swarm of moons be which obama won non-collapse by the dream will not return clinton on a coalition the counting iron she…
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Veglia, by Giuseppe Ungaretti
Veglia Un’intera nottata Buttato vicino A un compagno Massacrato Con la sua bocca Digrignata Volta al plenilunio Con la congestione Delle sue mani Penetrata Nel mio silenzio Ho scritto Lettere piene d’amore Non sono mai stato Tanto Attaccato alla vita Cima Quattro, il 23 dicembre 1915 Vigil The whole night Discarded Beside a friend Massacred…
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Dennis Doherty
Everything Have I seen you bikini’d? The air solidifies around the sound Of your waxed body A love song Yes The men smoldering on the sidewalk Have a conversation about Hades Reduced to vapor Southwest Virginia Nothing Encasement of cultural cache in nylon Tied in a neat knot between keen Shoulder blades Pale duvet on…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 325
fraud and but everything like wordlessness imm not worse — less income and his rallies themselves come depending to longishness “People are going to march on the capitols.” like that he might now the new york times shooting high above eighth avenue on november “If push comes to shove she has to go by…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 322
i’m uncomfortable with an even number of horns blankets an idiot yes okay i’ll read your rules if mom the other there what’s just that yeah isn’t yes okay i’ll read your rules you should say it i’m not well mother i want a pretty life yes okay i’ll read your rules what won’t…
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all the notes from tonight
The thing in the sky All of a sudden is a cartoon bird Then it’s an actual hungry shark But it’s a puddle of draino now I’m sad I said sad to see polygons Again the lizard ten years old Then chemo Is a seahorse Then it’s a chicken It’s not a chicken per…
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is
a poem is art you make with words death is the end of the parade, which is to say everglade still jake is a cake cone, vanilla soft-serve, rainbow sprinkles noon is a mystery until noon art you make with words end of parade, which is to say everglade still cake cone, vanilla soft-serve, rainbow sprinkles mystery ’til noon art…
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