Poetry Less Than Daily

Strong Poems. Beautiful Poems. Tough Poems. Poems w/ the F-word. Poems less frequent than before but no less kick-ass.

Monday, March 07, 2005

A. R. Ammons

Come Prima

I know
there is
perfection in the being
of my being,
that I am
holy in amness
as stars or paperclips,

that the universe,
moving from void to void,
pours in and out
through me:

there is a point,
only itself,
that fills space,
an emptiness
that is plenitude:

a void that is all being,
a being that is void:

I am perfect:
the wind is perfect:
ditchwater, running, is perfect:
everything is:

I raise my hand


At 10:46 PM, Blogger gina said...

Thank you. Archie was my teacher.



Post a Comment

<< Home