Sunday, December 13, 2009


“The commune of Poetry becomes so real that [the poet]
sounds each particle
in relation to parts of a great story
he knows will never be completed.”

--Robert Duncan, Bending the Bow

The Sung, tangible as
The word sounds.

In this instance, poet,
A small round

Reddish-orange object plucked
From a mandarin’s bough.

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