Saturday, April 3, 2010

Poem3

Beginning with lines from Oppen:

The heart uselessly opens
To 3 words, which is too little

you hold my hand
i love your palmistry

a red pulse does not mean
but vessels carry

feelings empty of nerves
their vibrating skin their seeds

the atriums full of pain
the hallways open for living

our scalpels sharpen
we are late

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