Nov/Dec 2017 • Vol. XXXIX No. 6 PoetryNovember 1, 2017 |

Not to Know How to Live

    All modesty is false modestywhen it comes to poems,     or to the silence in which poems begin    before they are words, when they are still daisies    at the foot of the dead Christin an anonymous painting,     13th century. Not to know how to liveis one thing, and nothing     to be ashamed of. But not to know     how to sit in front of those daisies with tears in my eyes:     what a waste that would be.

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