Monday, 26 September 2011

Past Time by Harvey Shapiro


               I believe we came together
               Out of ignorance not love,
               Both being shy and hunted in the city.
               In the hot summer, touching each other,
               Amazed at how love could come
               Like a waterfall, with frightening force
               And bruising sleep. Waking at noon,
               Touching each other for direction,
               Out of ignorance not love.

Richard Kostelanetz, Possibilities of Poetry: An Anthology of American Contemporaries (New York: Dell Publishing Co., 1970), 344.

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