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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.

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Still By A. R. Ammons

I said I will find what is lowlyand put the roots of my identitydown there:each day I’ll wake upand find the lowly nearby,a handy focus…

September 29, 2019
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So I Said I Am Ezra By A. R. Ammons

So I said I am Ezraand the wind whipped my throatgaming for the sounds of my voiceI listened to the windgo over my head and…

September 29, 2019
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Small Song By A. R. Ammons

The reeds give way to the windand give the wind away.

September 29, 2019
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Shit List; Or, Omnium-gatherum Of Diversity Into Unity By A. R. Ammons

You’ll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are:gosling shit (which J. Williams said somethingwas as green as), fish shit (the generality), trout shit,…

September 29, 2019
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Rogue Elephant By A. R. Ammons

The reason to be autonomous is to stand there,a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm and actual conditions for whatneeds to…

September 29, 2019
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Rivulose By A. R. Ammons

You think the ridge hills flowing, breakingwith ups and downs will, though,building constancy into the black foreground for each sunset, hold on to you, if…

September 29, 2019
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Rapids By A. R. Ammons

Fall’s leaves are redder thanspring’s flowers, have no pollen,and also sometimes fly, as the windschools them out or down in shoalsor droves: though Ihave not…

September 29, 2019
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Poetics By A. R. Ammons

I look for the waythings will turnout spiralling from a center,the shapethings will take to come forth in so that the birch tree whitetouched black…

September 29, 2019
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Mule Song By A. R. Ammons

Silver will lie where she liessun-out, whatever turning the world does,longeared in her ashen, earless,floating world:indifferent to sores and greengage colic,where oats need notcome to,bleached…

September 29, 2019
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In Memoriam Mae Noblitt By A. R. Ammons

This is just a place:we go around, distanced,yearly in a star’s atmosphere, turningdaily into and out ofdirect light and slanting through thequadrant seasons: deepspace begins…

September 29, 2019

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Mad For Poetry

Mad For Poetry

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