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Wikipedia Poem, No. 770

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“Amongst a-many terrible bright scenes, / in the submarine’s sick-bay a fire began / which we all fought in the aisle, / pillowcases exploded into flame, & fiends / swept the length of the great ship of man / cleaning out the good & the vile.” John Berryman (DS, 317)

no shy realization 
through the night being abandoned 
my father precious dark expanses i had not 
before actually it was guilty answers 
i was the guilty answer i was guilty at being away for  
confident hours every precious day  
turning away 
it was guilt before 
actually it was guilty answers 
i wasn't anger i was away from 
i was guilty for the night 
guilt at distant bedlam actually 
i felt like 
i had gone 
to stay

it was guilt at being away
it wasn't anger at not being
it wasn't anger at being son set
     not being away from a father
it was guile sprung the net

wikipedia poem, no. 9

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  / suffer
      
      it 
has all them off 
with one would 
    think 
       about 
      death
and 
      every 
       time you have 
to 
       have 
to 
have 
been thinking anyone brain tied behind me

women 
+ 
sleeping a 
     literature of art   
      yes    
   just as 
      on them 
   off with 
one of 
art   yes  
 
     just as on 
        think any literature / suffer
         
it has all my 
literature / suffering

it has a 
    subject i am not getting 
  one brain tied behind me
     
women 
and it is a 
figure 
of them off with 
one 
brain tied behind me

women think about 
death
      and think any one brain 
tied behind me ...
        
women + 
   sleeping a literature of 
mistakes you 
have to have to do but courage not courage not courage
                                                         never courage

for Susan Sontag & Robert Frost