Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Why I Keep Doing This

Because if I had anything to say I would have said it by now.

Because if I understood the wild changes in Neruda’s poems

Or why I love them or how they work or all they mean

I would not have to say anything myself. Because

After almost 57 years of earnest trying, I still have no idea

What I’m doing. Because when I actually manage to say something

It doesn’t seem to come from me but from the language

Swirling in my head like free molecules that under these random

And constantly shifting conditions suddenly

Bond.

Aha!

There it is.

I used to think it was the voice of God.

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