Well, you do have
Such a wondrous way
With them—you know, it’s as if
All you have to do is leave them
Alone and before you know it,
They all come frolicking home
With nary a peep, wagging
Some far-fetched scruffy
Sheepdog’s tale behind them.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
a magazine of many e-things
ISSN 1833-623X
Vassilis Zambaras
FALSE WITNESS TO BIBLIOMANCY
Preoccupied, stupefied
By all I see before me,
I pick a book I believe
To hold truth; I balance it
On its spine and allow it
To fall open; with eyes closed
I pick a passage
And let truth flow back
To the future through my fingers
Till it blinds me.
COMING UPON A HITHERTO UNKNOWN POEM BY SAPPHO
[deterioration highly evident]
heart frag[mented?] yet
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put together so
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[lovingly?]
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perfect [that]
nothing could
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go to pieces
[rampant moth bites]
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forever [like?]
[ ] that
[papyrus in fluttering tatters]
CHAINLINK FENCES
—for John Levy
Who writes in a poem
About a drawing why
He liked them as a child
So swell and yet subdued
We can well imagine
Climbing up them even
If our feet are now
Too large and we
Too big for our britches.
FROM A LINE OF KANDINSKY’S
blue
like a snail re
treating in
to its
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