Otherwise considered being is a force more or less welldirected Cometh the child exploded running nine ways at once an egg dropped a cup spilled a universe erupting hell on wheels whence backward rocking he incautiously squints in the village square of the square village to the spire up up and up verge upon verge higher and higher till he sits in his damp britches plop extended a being from his arse to his three wits real to ideal and then gets up weeping his laughter dancing his stumble worlding every unworld eating names in his soup lowest of low quickest unlife the immense lordling. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF IT WERE NOT FOR YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH EVERYONE KNOWS WHOM THE SAVED ENVY by JAMES GALVIN TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |