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starfrostingThis is a poem by Diane DiPrima, the last in a series of four called "Songs to Spring." The other ones are good too. Ahem.
Well spring
I'm onto your tricks
don't think
I'll be easier on you
because
all winter
you sat on a fence
and grinned
spring
when you come again
I think
I'll never sleep
for walking the
2 AM mist
till dawn
and then
dancing the day
Perhaps I should go back to my performativity paper. I feel oddly sleepy and worn down. Perhaps that's because I had Ahkmak for dinner. Really what I feel like is writing poetry but I don't know if I've got it in me. May as well give it a go.
Well spring
I'm onto your tricks
don't think
I'll be easier on you
because
all winter
you sat on a fence
and grinned
spring
when you come again
I think
I'll never sleep
for walking the
2 AM mist
till dawn
and then
dancing the day
Perhaps I should go back to my performativity paper. I feel oddly sleepy and worn down. Perhaps that's because I had Ahkmak for dinner. Really what I feel like is writing poetry but I don't know if I've got it in me. May as well give it a go.
