Keith Waldrop Poems

common time I follow you un-
kept secret on
a basic undersound
...

Among other economies, I'm of two
minds, one possessed, the other
a deep peace. Violent trembling
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seventy wingbeats
per second
vagaries of vegetation, rosy
anticipation I
...

From where I sit, I can see other
things: a silver porcupine, pins
standing upright. It is a vanished tale of a
vanished forest at the shore of a vanished ocean.
...

I propose
turning the key
useless to
conceal from you that
...

The wind dying, I find a city deserted, except for crowds of
people moving and standing.
Those standing resemble stories, like stones, coal from the
death of plants, bricks in the shape of teeth.
...

Afterward, to tell how it was possible to
identify absolute space, a matter of great
difficulty, keeping in mind always
that not all old music is beautiful and
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ultimate boundary: arms
stretched
sideways to represent
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Herr Stimmung—purblind—moves in corporeal time.
Think how many, by now, have escaped the world's memory.
Think, how all his wandering is only thought. Having once tried to
live in the quasi-stupor of sensation, now he picks his way through
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things
forgotten
I could
burn in hell forever
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