Friday, March 28, 2014

The Language of Poets

Allen Ginsberg and Arthur Rimbaud are in my kitchen
I think they are planning on cooking me dinner
I don't believe in ghosts
And they are dead
But there they are as plain as water
Gabbing away in unheard words
What do long dead poets talk about in your kitchen?
Are they discussing words?
Differences -- perhaps -- between French and English poetry?
Say what language are they talking in?
The language of poets -- no doubt
Maybe they will prepare for me a feast
To eat of words of poets would be nice
So flattered that they are here

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