Saturday, June 8, 2013

Cannon, loose

                     But it's the having
   not the keeping that is the treasure.
   Ginsberg came to my house one afternoon
   and said he was giving up poetry
   because it told lies, that language distorts.
   I agreed, but asked what we have
   that gets it right even that much.
   We look up at the stars and they are
   not there. We see the memory
   of when they were, once upon a time.
   And that too is more than enough.

Jack Gilbert
Refusing Heaven
  The Lost Hotels
  of Paris
Knopf, 2005©

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