I’m still tinkering around with William Carlos Williams’ “The Pink Locust,” finding new ways to take it apart and make something different out of the pieces. Fair warning: there will probably be more derangement poetry in the weeks to come because I’m having too much fun with this exercise.
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Naked
they could but hide anything
among pride public thief
a resembling flower: modest, laughable
is it so myself to think too flattering
will remain rootless, hair-thin
if ground from the tear
will you garden the admitted one
locust-pink, as persistent as I am?
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