Thursday, August 30, 2012


Nothing’s going to become of anyone
except death:
therefore: it’s okay
to yearn
too high:
the grave accommodates
swell rambunctiousness &
ruin’s not
compromised by magnificence:
the cut-off point
liberates us to the
common disaster: so
pick a perch –
apple bough for example in bloom –
tune up
and if you like
drill imagination right through necessity:
it’s all right:
it’s been taken care of:
is allowed, considering

A.R. Ammons


Anonymous said...

oh hello, my favorite favorite poem.

Alex said...

I just took it down from my wall to pack. Wah!

mbolit said...

I just put it in an envelope to take with me to Oregon : )