Roy Lichtenstein Paints Ben Day Dots On An Image Of A Book

 

Adam comes around, yet was he ever poetry
Also when Eve came down (Adam or whenceever)
    she gave pig voice. Too Baudelaire?
When paraiso said bye, "come O words o’ wis-
    dom!" actually wishful, against Serpent’s
    ass, whichever (’tis true it was an
    apple?) and

When: words came ‘round, began a war ‘tween
    two "worlds"—inner and outer real-
    ness.
Which couldn’t be bloody beaten, both. ‘Cos
Neither inner realness nor outer realness
    were e’en graspable realnesses to begin
    with, I mean in their whole inarguable
    truth; already quite a ghost,

Poetry was same unbloody sword flung at a
    ghost—like ’twas Shakespeare’s Ham-
    let on Shakey himself, or backwards.
Still: Adam yet comes though nearly Orpheo-
    phobic. ‘Cos,

When all these Adams go . . . poetry shalt
    be remaining bound?

 

 

—October/85

 

 

 

 

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