Wednesday, March 07, 2018

R.I.P. Lucie Brock-Broido, 1956-2018

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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