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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Rae Armantrout

Theory of Everything

It both hurtles
and fidgets,

it's empty space?


A wide swath
of baby talk--

and feathery green,
I insisted,

swinging up,

but Mother
was no longer playing.


Everything that stays
once meaning has cleared out

is true?


the sun eats the earth,

so many leaves are new,

not asking
to be recognized.


At 7:04 AM, Blogger doejohn69 said...

i love love love this poem. you made my morning.

At 8:10 AM, Blogger kathryn salisbury said...

You're back! boy, have i missed. thanks for the gloriousness that is here.

At 8:04 AM, Blogger poetzie said...

A great poem. Thanks.


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