Frank Bidart Quotes

Though the body is its
genesis, a poem is the vision of a process

Out of ceaseless motion in edgeless space

Carved in space, vision your poor eye's single
armor against winter spring summer fall

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drugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnal
round, the monotonous sorrow of the finite,

within       I am awake

repairing in dirt the frayed immaculate thread
forced by being to watch the birth of suns

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The stratagems by which briefly you
ameliorated, even seemingly

untwisted what still twists within you -

you loved their taste and lay there
on your side

nursing like a puppy.

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