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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Rae Armantrout

Theory of Everything

It both hurtles
and fidgets,

otherwise
it's empty space?

*

A wide swath
of baby talk--

blue
and feathery green,
I insisted,

swinging up,

but Mother
was no longer playing.

*

Everything that stays
once meaning has cleared out

is true?

*

Tomorrow
the sun eats the earth,

now
so many leaves are new,

not asking
to be recognized.

3 Comments:

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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