Peace Is a Full Stop
The air is digestible,
twilight sets in.
I want to know exactly
how things get to be wrong.
Yours or mine,
there are no beginnings.
The pain pauses in its round
till the margin begins to give way
into whatever pocket
you were contemplating.
That’s the whole point—
to draw the sting out.
A backward way of becoming,
to be outside and inside
at the same time.
Standing still is also life.
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Sources:
A remixed poem/cento composed from the following poems by John Ashbery:
Anticipated Stranger
Boundary Issues
The Bungalows
By Guess and by Gosh
Chinese Whispers
Crossroads in the Past
Changing Circumstances
Discover daytime desires
divided by distance and death;
become blue beyond blue,
blind, bearing cawing cities.
Exchange fear for forgotten freedom.
Empty eyes dream a dream:
a grey, dark desert, birds;
full faces form far away
and cease falling forward—
fire flowing from blood.
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Source:
A found poem composed from Chapter 1 of The Rainbow by D. H. Lawrence. This poem is a tautogram that uses only the first 7 letters of the English alphabet.
We’re the Untamed
Woman, interrupted