WORDS RUNNING ON
(for Delmore Schwartz)
There are words getting ahead of themselves,
right now, somewhere. I hear them. In such
ways do wars begin, and worlds end.
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I visited 91 Bedford today, just to look at
the door where someone else had lived.
I knew, before I got there, what I'd see :
marks of prominence and declension,
such things of royalty. Poetry is like that.
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Not Poetry, just words themselves : what we
weave, a gossamer oasis, a cloud, a web,
all that of myriad matter. Take nothing for
granted, my fine young steed, all can be
changed by what you read.
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