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9:18 AM Posted by James Owens

A poem in the March issue of Boxcar Poetry Review

Note on Poetry for my Daughter beside Water in April

Even if I say “the gulls tear their screams
from the muddy weather like lines of a brutal poem,”

even if “the lake rises and shakes its old dewlaps
against the boulders of the breakwater,”

it is still a chancy thing to write “I write...”
in the after-world of theory....

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2 comments:

Sam of the ten thousand things said...

What a massive notion: "Words somehow melt into their objects,
despite the cold fathoms between thought and thing". Wonderful piece James. I really like the form.

C. E. Chaffin said...

I see you are a serious poet. I have linked to your site, despite your admitted fondness for WeltSchmertz, though you prefer Rilke's term. ;-)

A dangerous emotion for me!