July 2010
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Jack Spicer
A Poem Without a Single Bird in It (Jack Spicer, poetryfoundation.org)
What can I say to you, darling, When you ask me for help? I do not even know the future Or even what poetry We are going to write. Commit suicide. Go mad. Better people Than either of us have tried it. I loved you once but I do not know the future. I only know that I love strength in my friends And greatness And hate the way...