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Jack Spicer

I’m thinking that she is very much like California. When she is still her dress is like a roadmap. Highways Traveling up and down her skin Long empty highways With the moon chasing jackrabbits across them On hot summer nights. I am thinking that her body could be California And I a rich Eastern tourist… Continue reading Jack Spicer

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Kenneth Rexroth

To think of you surcharged with Loneliness. To hear your voice Over the recorder say, ‘Loneliness.’ The word, the voice, So full of it, and I with You away, so lost in it— — Kenneth Rexroth, from “Marthe Lonely,” section III of “Seven Poems For Marthe, My Wife,” Poetry (vol. LXXXIX, no. 1, October 1956)

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Kenneth Rexroth

Lyell’s Hypothesis Again An Attempt to Explain the Former Changes of the Earth’s Surface by Causes Now in Operation subtitle of Lyell: Principles of Geology The mountain road ends here, Broken away in the chasm where The bridge washed out years ago. The first scarlet larkspur glitters In the first patch of April Morning sunlight.… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth

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Kenneth Rexroth

Move softly, do not move at all, but hold me, Deep, still, deep within you, while time slides away, As this river slides beyond this lily bed, And the thieving moments fuse and disappear In our mortal, timeless flesh. — Kenneth Rexroth, from “Floating,” The Complete Poems of Kenneth Rexroth (Copper Canyon Press, 2004)

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Jack Spicer

Hell somehow exists in the distance Between the remembered and the forgotten. Hell somehow exists in the distance Between what happened and what never happened — Jack Spicer, from “Imaginary Elegies,” My Vocabulary Did This to Me (Wesleyan University Press , 2008)

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Jack Spicer

Like silent little children we embrace, Aching together. And love is emptiness of ear. As cure We put a face against our ear And listen to it as we would a shell, Soothed by its roar. We find the body difficult, and speak Across its wall like strangers. — Jack Spicer, from “We find the… Continue reading Jack Spicer

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