Elegy With Lies | Bob Hicok

Apr 06, 2015 22:25

This lost person I loved. Loved for a hundred years.
When I find her. Find her in a forest. In a cabin
under smoke and clouds shaped like smoke. When I find her
and call her name (nothing) and knock (nothing)
and build a machine that believes it's God and the machine
calls her name (nothing) and knocks (nothing).
When I tear the machine down and ( Read more... )

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iatrogenicmyth April 8 2015, 20:31:30 UTC
ahhhhhhh one of my favorite poets.

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milkhoney April 9 2015, 00:54:27 UTC
what are your favorites? i'm doing some serious poetry immersion at the moment

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iatrogenicmyth April 10 2015, 22:02:48 UTC
oh my god, too many. maybe one day I'll go through my poetry memories of all the poems I've posted over the years and mark my favorites.

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