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This is really more for my own notekeeping than anything else, but it's a good poem. You might as well read it (oh, and this one has the same typesetting problems as I've had in setting my own poems in HTML).
Pamphlet on Ravening (Trouble in Mind. New York: Knopf, 2004. 67.)
You cannot will intoxication, vertigo, a ravening or wild
Love. Of wisdom, I have plenty,
Like a keep of potted meats before the blizzard comes.
Of sweetness, I've a bowl of plenty, too,
Though it's against the law to harbor wonder
In the prison of the Post-Hellenic world where
I move easily
Miraculous and moving
On the slower barge
Up the River Hubris in the post-curiouser world.
Wondrous:
I was a hunger artist once, as well.
My bones had shone.
I had rapture on my side.
Pamphlet on Ravening (Trouble in Mind. New York: Knopf, 2004. 67.)
You cannot will intoxication, vertigo, a ravening or wild
Love. Of wisdom, I have plenty,
Like a keep of potted meats before the blizzard comes.
Of sweetness, I've a bowl of plenty, too,
Though it's against the law to harbor wonder
In the prison of the Post-Hellenic world where
I move easily
Miraculous and moving
On the slower barge
Up the River Hubris in the post-curiouser world.
Wondrous:
I was a hunger artist once, as well.
My bones had shone.
I had rapture on my side.