"The
ox-blood from the hands which play
For fire for warmth for hands for growth
Is there room in the room that you room in?
Upon his structured tomb:
Still they mean something. For the dance
And the architecture.
Weave among incidents..."
— Ted Berrigan, From Sonnet 1 in "The Sonnets" (1964). Below is a link to the full poem, which I've excerpted, but the entire book is a classic of collage poetry.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/244276
For fire for warmth for hands for growth
Is there room in the room that you room in?
Upon his structured tomb:
Still they mean something. For the dance
And the architecture.
Weave among incidents..."
— Ted Berrigan, From Sonnet 1 in "The Sonnets" (1964). Below is a link to the full poem, which I've excerpted, but the entire book is a classic of collage poetry.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/244276
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