Sunday, February 21, 2010

THREE from

“Cast your glance away
from our sinfulness,
O Lord,” the poet prays,

“and look lovingly up-
on our meager fineness.”


“The purpose of counting is not
the count. It's what the count does

when you stick it, like a gymnast
nailing her dismount. Life is that way,

a puzzle, you not knowing how
you got here, and no way out

except to find the proper count.”


“How do you
get hits?” he asked.

“You swing at
every good pitch.

That's how you
get poems too.”

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