28 January, 2007

Adding insult to insurance

"Where’s
the wish to be surrounded by poems,
the great sustaining luxuries and dangers
of poems, or to make one’s life itself
a poem, unpredictable, meaning
many things, a door into the other world
through which even a child might walk?"


Over at the Gettysburg Review, this lovely poem by John Brehm.

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