A stumblebum in scree. A hummingbird with internal bleeding. A desert windmill churning out Its painful water, Gurgling @3like, like, like@1. This must be the pursuit of happiness, Which is no one's right. A game the heart plays hurting. A butterfly with sore feet. The windowstunned bird willing To batter itself further For its birthright the air. Someone reciting an original poem With his throat cut. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW TO BE A POET (TO REMIND MYSELF) by WENDELL BERRY PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 10 by EZRA POUND |