“When the bubbles of nothingness rise”
When the bubbles of nothingness rise
out of nothing –
a fine and brittle crust like
blown glass, cooled motion, forms
and in the rough spots
chinks of someday
we have our lives
build wars, consider
prophets, and
carefully seek to know
what robe or crown to wear
-- A. R. Ammons
1 April 1998
See A. R. Ammons, Selected Poems in the Library of America's American Poets Project (2006).
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