Jack Spicer

(30 January 1925 - 17 August 1965 / Los Angeles, California)

A Red Wheelbarrow - Poem by Jack Spicer

Rest and look at this goddamned wheelbarrow. Whatever
It is. Dogs and crocodiles, sunlamps. Not
For their significance.
For their significant. For being human
The signs escape you. You, who aren't very bright
Are a signal for them. Not,
I mean, the dogs and crocodiles, sunlamps. Not
Their significance.


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  • Gold Star - 15,889 Points * Sunprincess * (5/30/2014 5:53:00 PM)

    .............truly this is a unique theme....and marvelous poem....enjoyed... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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