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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 159 the extra decade, he "wrote like one possessed of a knowledge remote from most of us, the knowledge of real time." This does seem morbid for such a beautiful May day as this. No, not morbid - sobering. The day is really lovely, full of robins and sparrows, and a golden water-colored sun. The boys and I go Indian-file through a hole in the fence to the store, buy hot dogs and potato chips for a picnic in the park. The boys swing and slide, run and die from invisible and unbloody cap-gun wounds, and rise and run again. Today is an UP. I feel good. I lie on the blanket with the sun shining on my back, and munch Bar-B-Q chips and read Sissman: I find you guilty of possession of The mortal spirit of unstinted love For all things animate and otherwise, And of the fatal talent to devise Live poems expressing it, transcending all Obituaries which record your fall. |