Saturday, February 21, 2009

Sturm-Esser





I put youth into my mouth
I break them in instant wisdom
I will tell you of room and
Of living, though this
Soiled, empty lump-
Carry it like the proudest hollow temple-
A poet, a machine, the power of blame.

I will tell you of history
And word, and empire:
When you’ve lived as long as I

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