I’m not up to returning to my “Nature of Visual Poetry,” and may not be for a while. So today only this poem about my continuing persona, Poem:
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Another Failure
For half the night
Poem struggled mightily
to sing himself a sleep
that melted understandings into him
as intricately deepening as April rain
dislodging a woodland’s smallest wisdoms;
but all that came of it
was decimalless |
It is now 13 November 2009. Since writing the above, I’ve had second thoughts about the final line. It now strikes me as too subtle. So I’ve come up with the following revision:
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Another Failure
For half the night
Poem struggled mightily
to sing himself a sleep
that melted understandings into him
as intricately deepening as April rain
dislodging a woodland’s smallest wisdoms;
but nowhere in it did
anything extend beyond
its decimal point.
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