Friday, February 17, 2012

ARCHIVE ~









HELLO


you must
have wanted
my number


because you
called it:
I'm sorry


too but I
answered so
now you must


tell me and
I must try
to be Paul.





COME



back,
it is im-
perative.


It must be
done
well,


this cleaving.
Come back:
your warmth


still on my
door-
knob.





THE END


of continents:
sewn in
sand, rock.


And water.
The land
ravels,


converges
there
where the moon


knits.
The shore--
imagine--


it is
where the sea
begins.



a tiny selection from:
HELLO was printed in an edition of

500 copies at the Artists' Workshop
Press, 4825-27 John Lodge, by John
& Magdalene Sinclair

The book of poems was the 4th in a
series of Workshop Books by young
Detroit poets, under the general
editorship of Robin Eichele.

December 1965



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