images, musings and the human experience: A spine-tingling poem by John Wieners from 1964

Friday, December 26, 2008

A spine-tingling poem by John Wieners from 1964

A Poem for Trapped Things This morning with a blue flame burning this thing wings its way in. Wind shakes the edges of its yellow being. Gasping for breath. Living for the instant. Climbing up the black border of the window. Why do you want out. I sit in pain. A red robe amid debris. You bend and... Sign in to see full entry.

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