Poets Eleven Poem


Between the page with the heart

and the mind wrestling upon it,


and the ear which later will receive

those limbs of light as perfect harmony,


there’s a stillness whose volume speaks

worlds of words defiant of measure,


treasures of the unsayable,

secrets of the ever-beginning enchantment


and the never-ending gathering

at the lips of the kiss of the poem.


Jack Hirschman


From All That’s Left. Copyright © 2008 by Jack Hirschman. Used by permission of City Lights Publishers. All rights reserved.

Source: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/poets-eleven-poem

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