For Louise Gluck
To tell us, as the landlord slides
Eviction papers underneath our doors,
That we should wander with them,
Pondering exotic things: the foliage
Of Nevermore, the thoughts which
Might have come to us if we'd had
Souls which had persisted after our
Corporeal selves had been thrust into
Ovens, or been planted. Paradise!
Of some sort, I guess, rhapsodies
And other stuff. Meanwhile, we are
Broke and hungry, hoping not to have
To live in ivory towered poets' forests.
Let us eat. Leave us alone, and do not
Bother us with pretty verse which
Orbits some strange planet we never
Will know.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-10-09 at 02:54
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Navigating Nevermore
Oh, those poets. Here they areTo tell us, as the landlord slides
Eviction papers underneath our doors,
That we should wander with them,
Pondering exotic things: the foliage
Of Nevermore, the thoughts which
Might have come to us if we'd had
Souls which had persisted after our
Corporeal selves had been thrust into
Ovens, or been planted. Paradise!
Of some sort, I guess, rhapsodies
And other stuff. Meanwhile, we are
Broke and hungry, hoping not to have
To live in ivory towered poets' forests.
Let us eat. Leave us alone, and do not
Bother us with pretty verse which
Orbits some strange planet we never
Will know.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 50 times
Written on 2020-10-09 at 02:54
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