Lucie Brock-Broido
That Same Vagabond Sweetness
Odd I cannot remember a time
When there was no World. I am
At home, at callow home
Worshipping the train, the Elsewhere's
Metallic sweetness, scissoring. A pack
Of blessings lights upon my back.
There are thou happy.
The noise of the world's tracks
Made magical alarms me. There
Are thou happy too. And the half
Blown catweed & the vagrant
Sky & the vacant apoplectic
Bed shiftless in its vacancy, I stop.
[from Verse, Volume 12, Number 3]
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