The plum survives its poems. . .
So Crispin hasped on the surviving form,
For him, of shall or ought to be in is.
- from "The Comedian as the Letter C."
(Confusing grammatical choices, but still beautiful.)
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Charles Simic wished he could find a needle swift enough to sew poems into blankets. I'm helping him look - and in the meantime, I'm collecting pieces of warmth.
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