Thursday, November 04, 2004

what is to be done?

Res Publica: 'The Poets Lie'

words, the words older
than I


of poets the rain's small

pellets small

fountains that live
on the face

of the waters


of the heart they say
too much the heart the
heart of the republic skips

a beat where they touch it

from George Oppen, Two Romance Poems

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