

As a child,
I was abandoned
in a story
made of trees.
Here’s a small
gasp
of this clearing
come “upon” “again”
from Rae Armantrout’s “The Way,” from Veil. There's a great discussion of the complete poem with Charles Bernstein, Ron Silliman, and Rachel Blau DuPlessis on PoemTalk.

1 comment:
excellent woodwork,
illustrating the forestry
of language, the foliage
of each seed, 26 species
foraging the ground for
that groundless liberation.
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