Though the body is itsgenesis, a poem is the vision of a processCarved in space, vision your poor eye's singlearmor against winter spring summer fall
Frank Bidart
Drugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnalround, the monotonous sorrow of the finite, within??? I am awakerepairing in dirt the frayed immaculate threadforced by being to watch the birth of suns
birth sleep art sorrow consolation repetition
vision poetry
Horrible the fate of the advice-giver in our culture: to repeat oneself in a thousand contexts until death, or irrelevance.?????? *I abjure advice-giver.
advice
The law is that youmust livein the house you have built. The law is absurd: it iswritten down nowhere. You are uncertain what crimeis, though each life writhing toelude what it has madefeels like punishment.
punishment
Understand that when the beast within yousucceeds again in paralyzing into unendingincompletion whatever you again had the temerity totry to makeits triumph is made sweeter by confirmation of itsrectitude. It knows that it aloneknows you.
self-knowledge
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