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Jack Spicer

Loneliness is necessary for pure poetry. When someone intrudes into the poet’s life (and any sudden personal contact, whether in the bed or in the heart, is an intrusion) the poet loses his or her balance for a moment, slips into being what he or she is, uses his or her poetry as one would… Continue reading Jack Spicer

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Kenneth Rexroth

A voice sobs on colored sand Where colored horses run Athwart the surf Us alone in the universe Where griefs move like the sea Of the love lost Under the morning star Creeping down the sky Into pale blind water And we make love At the very edge of the cliff Where the vineyards end… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth

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Kenneth Rexroth

“Whether or not, it is no question now,Of time or place, or even how,It is not time for questions now,Nor yet the place.”The soft lights of your faceArrange themselves in memoriesOf smiles and frowns. — Kenneth Rexroth, from “The Thin Edge of Your Pride,” The Collected Shorter Poems (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1967)

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Kenneth Rexroth

A voice sobs on colored sand Where colored horses run Athwart the surf Us alone in the universe Where griefs move like the sea Of the love lost Under the morning star Creeping down the sky Into pale blind water And we make love At the very edge of the cliff Where the vineyards end… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth

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Jack Spicer

Coming at an end, the lovers Are exhausted like two swimmers. Where Did it end? There is no telling. No love is Like an ocean with the dizzy procession of the waves’ boundaries From which two can emerge exhausted, nor long goodbye Like death. Coming at an end. Rather, I would say, like a length… Continue reading Jack Spicer

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