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I have no mouth &
I must scream,
says the wind.
My tongue knows its
own taste: the half-
frozen stream.
You draw me & I’ll
draw you, I tell
my childhood self.
We lean like ladders
against the clouds.
With one listening foot I feel
for the next rung down.
__________
Originally appeared at Via Negativa, 1.17.05.
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I’ve read a couple of your poems and this is some impressive stuff – love the imagery. I’ve added Bontasaurus to my list of favorites. You stand in good stead alongside the other list members – Dylan Thomas, Delmore Schwartz and Pablo Neruda. Keep up the good work!
Hey, thanks! New poems appear from time to time at my blog Via Negativa.
Hey, how come I didn’t know about this place? I LOVE this poem.
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