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INTERSTITIAL ODE

 


INTERSTITIAL ODE

 

-         Ted Pearson (U.S.A.)

 

 

It is not “the despair

of poetry” that “there’s

nothing more to say.”

 

Rather, it’s when there’s

nothing to say that

poetry is renewed.

 

Given the Void from

which all things flow –

first came language,

 

then lyrics; first came

melody, then song –

which we’ve been

 

saying all along – years

we’d rather not recall,

unless, of course, we

 

had them back and death

could be forestalled.

Otherwise, what’s

 

the point in mourning

a past that’s long since

past transforming.

 

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