The language is fractured but, I think, not meaningless. How is a person to know the grandiose and darting mind of God in the midst of dishtowels and pieces of laundry fuzzing out of each other? What is the great throbbing beating? I don't know, but the whole thing says domestic life in a new way.
I awake possessed by God
and annex the darting mind
to replace it and make it know
flung up in a dishtowel
with a sweater fuzzing out of my skirt
But what should I obey or own
if I swallow my sense and my sword
in a great throbbing beating in my face?
Hello, hello, hello....
We look at poems that work and consider what's doing the lifting. Formal, experimental, lyric, narrative. Mostly contemporary. The length, brief. Scroll down. ⬇⬇⬇
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