Poem of the Day
“This was the farewell …”
By Hannah Arendt
Many friends came with us
and whoever did not come was no longer a friend.
Many friends came with us
and whoever did not come was no longer a friend.
Love, we who ply forked tongues to speak
Note what critique
Kelp, cork, and shell
I breathe the noxious air because it is there
Set free at the last moment
a green cloth folds
Here the noiseless mind
Is like a quiet wind
You flop down into the personal
Like a triumph of years standing on end
Like the stars
I’ve been wandering alot
A paper chair
The weight falls downward of its own volition
Bringing to the ground its iron embrace
So gay on your lovely head
The hat cradles the specialty
Of the house brand-new
I was thinking where are we all going when we were
Going through the snow on the ground, underbrush
Beneath like the New England personality going
On Sunday afternoon in Georgia I had nothing to do
So I sent myself back to Georgia underwater
In the traditional manner of the English
Innumerable scratches on the shore
Like an old alley shot toward the stars