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WHY DESTROY THE WORLD?
If I can ignore those annoying me,why destroy the world?The world has good things in it,including me. The skywas tall and blue in my childhood---the sky once made me cryjust for being up there,just...
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INFINITE PATIENCE
Who knows the infinite patience (the bricklayer cutting bricks in the rain) practiced by everyone in their life? I will not write of mine, I will not discourse on my infinite patience, for that would...
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WE ARE MOVING
We are moving towards the same thing but moving away from each other. The more radically different we are, the more we are the same. Compared to the serene, indifferent universe, people are impatient,...
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POETS DON’T LIKE BOOKS
Poets don't like books or information. They hate writing.They don't care for speech, either. Or what the professor said.Your memory is what they want, not theirs.They need to put a poem inside your...
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THE OTHER WORLD OF SLEEP
There is the other world of sleep where such mute expression is, simple, shallow—but distant, deep. It is profound and grand enough for itself; beautiful, and beautiful without a single doubt and yet...
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SO THAT SCIENCE
So that science can exist,someone must examine, from at least one removeevery single thing you see---didn't you experience their loveoddly and distantly?Theirs is the scientific impulse,a...
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HI DAD
Thomas West Graves 1930-2024William Arthur Graves 1957-1959 Hi dad, it's me, William---the little guy who went away.You'll never forget that April day---when the world that was small took the world...
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THE PINNACLE
The pinnacle of literary expression is the short story.It is the novel boiled down to a poem---a poem with longer hair, an essay's curls.People are clouds which get tired.Instead of changing, instead...
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I FORGOT WHAT WAS WRONG
I forgot what was wrong.In an act of pure evil,I no longer thought about the world.Evil is able to sleep. Good cannot.Torture is lack of sleep.Sleepless hurts a lot.The good are wakeful,alive and...
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I ESCAPED MY SORROW
I escaped my sorrow with the days. Old shows ended. But they wrote new plays. Actually, the days stretched into years. I escaped my sorrow. I found novel ways. Days became divided from each other, and...
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SILENT IN THE FACE OF STUPID
Silent in the face of stupidis all we can really do.Stupid has friends.You want stupid messing with you?Then keep quiet. Stupid goes deep.It loves. Of course it loves. You'll weep.Stupid has thrived...
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HER ARM
Her arm the neck, her handthe head of a swanin some crazy song by Donovanwhich has offended Bob Dylan again.You can joke all you want about rivalries long agobut contested ground produces sweet...
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IT WILL NOT BE
What does it mean to seeformer beautyin the face of one you loved? It will not beany longer in the poetry,even as what we seeexpands downward into the past,making our view a mountain-view at last,a...
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WHO IS CONVINCED
Who is convinced there is lifeafter death? Not I.I am like the rest: the thought of death at midnightcauses me to cry. Sleep alone causes me to sleep.We get no poems except poets are sleepless and...
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WHAT DO WE DO?
What do we do?Intelligence is worry.Must my lover worrythe whole night through?I chose her because her sensitivity was a spell. Her beauty demanded intelligence.She was intelligent. I could tell.This...
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SHE LOVES ME IN MY DREAMING DEATH
Dreaming sleep is the best life. Dreaming death is a thousand times sweeter, the resources of the universe the warmth of my warm wife. My actual wife despised me with her every breath. Every household...
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ABSTINENCE, DISTANCE
Bless these miles of marshland where birds hang on craggy trees.Abstinence is not possible without distance. Distance is our birth control.She had no interest in creating another soul. Possessed by...
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A MOMENT IN PUBLIC WITH THE DEAN AGAIN
I can see you once were beautiful. Bells must have rung. The green hanging garden felt the waterfall and sighing vines were lazy as the sun sighed over you. You made them feel gravity goes in all...
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JEALOUSY’S PHILOSOPHY
Moon jealous of the sun,remember your philosophy:jealousy is not bad at all.You want to be as good as me.Your sin's a virtue. Delightfully you'll fall.Moon jealous of the sun,jealousy introduces us to...
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A DREAM OF KENT DENLEY
The future must be endless before me,shouting for me to catch up with the past,its yesterday an eternal dream,mysterious and murky,daylight participating in the night where I dreamedof one dead,...
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