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This poem is most certainly not mine (too good), but has been on my mind a
lot today. It seems appropriate to share.
Ecstasy by Hayden Carruth
For years it was in sex and I thought
this was the most of it
so brief
a moment
or two of transport out of oneself
or
in music which lasted longer and filled me
with the exquisite wrenching agony
of the blues
and now it is equally
transitory and obscure as I sit in my broken
chair that the cats have shredded
by the stove on a winter night with wind and snow
howling outside and I imagine
the whole world at peace
at peace
and everyone comfortable and warm
the great pain assuaged
a moment
of the most shining and singular sensual gratification.
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One thing I've never managed to understand about this kind of poetry (or about any kind of poetry, really) is the indentation thing. What does it mean? How would the poem be different if it were, say, all left justified? If the one- or two-word lines were folded into the preceding lines?
I've always felt it gives it a bit of presentation that for whatever reason implies more of the meaning than the works alone... I don't know, I'm high so maybe im full of it
what a great poem.
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