Here and There (Sunday Poem) 6/30/17

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Here and There

Juan Felipe Herrera, 1948

I sit and meditate—my dog licks her paws

on the red-brown sofa

so many things somehow

it all is reduced to numbers letters figures

without faces or names only jagged lines

across the miles half-shadows

going into shadow-shadow then destruction the infinite light
here and there cannot be overcome

it is the first drop of ink



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