||[Apr. 18th, 2006|11:25 pm]
I managed to find the poem I asked for in this post, I simply went and asked my lecturer to copy it for me. and she admitted not really having heard of Harvey Shapiro as being a poet. I can't understand how a good poem like this can go unnoticed and unfound (I lost my faith in google.com). Anyway, here it is, read and judge.|
In the midst of words your wordless image
Marches through the precincts of my night
And all the structures of my language lie undone:
The bright cathedrals clatter, and the moon -
Topped spires break their stalks.
Sprawled before that raid, I watch the towns
Go under. And in the waiting dark, I loose
Like marbles spinning from a child
The crazed and hooded creatures of the heart.
crossposted to greatpoems community