If anything, even more disorienting that Watchword, & at the same time a trifle more laconic. Still, tremendous stuff. Fuller indulges his lyrical gifts rather less in this one. The last poem, "I Now Think I Was Wrong," is Wallace Stevens without all illusions, stripped of all gaiety:
Returning to the spring, we see green on the surfaceof the water. This is not the earth. Stand still, monkey,do not run. None of us was ever here before.
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Wow. Stevens w/o gaiety, is it, or Bronk with just a touch more?
"None of us was ever here before": iambic pentameter. The "here before us" meter. Priceless.
Is that the whole poem? Could be good for a dictation verse, if so.
Good way to start my day, Mark! & this before coffee--
Tx for the Patti Smith link hier soir--
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Yup, that's the whole poem -- & yes, rather (uncharacteristically) Bronkian.
Noticed thruout my workshop this fall, as never before, how the poets almost instinctively turn towards the old meters when it comes time for the big closure.
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