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Ed note: The drawing is (c) by James Tyler. Hand printed from hand set type by Larch Tree Press of Ithaca, New York in August, 2010. Click on the image for a larger size.
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
David, BAP, thx for that.
I like "Play" ... ruin's not compromised by magnificence. I heard it on http://www.poetryfoundation.org/journal/audioitem.html?id=2068
Here is the whole poem:
Play
By A. R. Ammons
Nothing's going to become of anyone
except death:
therefore: it's okay
to yearn
too high:
the grave accommodates
swell rambunctiousness &
ruin's not
compromised by magnificence:
the cut-off point
liberates us to the
common disaster: so
pick a perch --
apple bough for example in bloom --
tune up
and if you like
drill imagination right through necessity:
it's all right:
it's been taken care of:
is allowed
Posted by: Bill Kimzey | November 22, 2010 at 06:03 PM