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Jack Spicer

Whispers–
Eurydice’s head is missing
Whispers–
Get out of hell–
Whispers–
You big poet
We soldiers from hell’s country
Here
Safe as you are
You write poetry
For dead persons.

— Jack Spicer, “Elegy,” The Heads of the Town up to the Aether. (Auerhahn Society; First edition 1962)

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