Ron Padgett
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‘The Field’ by Ron Padgett
Every once in a while whitelines appear in my fieldof vision, curling sometimesat the top of it and Irealize once again that thereis an invisible rectanglearound everything.How do I know it’s there?I just put it there,that’s how.And those white lines?Little hairsstraggling from my eyebrows. Source: Padgett, Ron. “The Field.” Big Cabin, Coffee House Press, 2019,…
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Gilgamesh Gets Confused
Wikipedia Poem, No. 956 the land of opportunityimmigrants came to the tower of terror the land of dogs and self-improvement createdby dragging hustlers who impoverish the person and opportunityand immigrants who came to this wastebasket at dawn looking hustled who was expelled from the negro streets of war and poverty of lead listening hustler who…
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‘For a Moment’ by Ron Padgett
It’s funny howif you just let goof things they will come toyou. That is to saysometimes. So what good is such ageneralization?Ah, it makes you feel good to saysuch things fromtime to time, as if you actuallyand really and trulyknew something! Source: Padgett, Ron. Collected Poems. Minneapolis, Minnesota: Coffee House Press, 2013, p. 415.
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Sweat Sweet as Melons the Tongues
one hands grasping the ornamental knobs of the man-ropes father mapple cast a look this color orange tries to remind me of you lay down and be slumbering a cabinet is kind the and when i’m cornered at the final blown it seems from room in clouds peeks at ourselves in the mirror brain inside…
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“Aubade Sung at Laetare a Year Ago” by Guillaume Apollinaire
It’s spring come out Esther you should Take a walk in the pretty woods The hens are clucking in the yard Dawn’s pink folds are shooting skyward And love is coming to steal your heart Mars and Venus have come back anew They give each other mad kisses An innocent interlude While beneath the fluttering…
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First Barn Owl Egg Hatch
Wikipedia Poem, No. 484 screech in green darkness and stamp my talons wet leafy flesh the master has built there will be many bones a small mouthful of mouse a fatty bite
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 182
i’ve been in here i don’t fit in new york took me about a week i don’t know where i don’t see people and occasionally fail as a person because i don’t see people who are obsessed by their lives are like i don’t fit in here i don’t know i don’t know…
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