Quantities: Poems

Quantities: Poems

Quantities: Poems

Quantities: Poems

Excerpt

This leaf, delivered to your empty hand,
Is crumpled like a letter from the fall:
Unfold it gently, it is legible
If you are patient with mortality.
Perhaps it bears a message for your loss

Among its broken veins. Here is a grub
Of summer, modest in its public state
But growing by a private appetite
To prouder life. If property is theft
As Proudhon claimed, the proof is in his jaws--

A larceny of leaves. What grub can own
Grub eats, and eats away the rest to weave
A serviceable shroud against the cold.
The larva, not quite wool, but not yet will,
Is wrapped up well between his other lives.

Would you, like him, survive at any cost?
Then seal yourself in layers of yourself,
Warm as a worm, until there is enough
To eat your heart away and still have left
Enough for the hungriest winter and beyond.

Search by... Author
Show... All Results Primary Sources Peer-reviewed

Oops!

An unknown error has occurred. Please click the button below to reload the page. If the problem persists, please try again in a little while.