Thursday, December 27, 2012

Maximus Press

It's Charles Olson's birthday today. This is my favorite section of The Maximus Poems. It's been my favorite since I was 21 and lived in England:

from where I carry you a feather
as though, sharp, I picked up
in the afternoon delivered you
a jewel,
it flashing more than a wing,
than any old romantic thing,
than memory, than place,
than anything other than that which you carry
than that which is,
call it a nest, around the head of, call it
the next second
than that which you
can do!

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