We Can't Save Poetry
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Barry Middleton
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we can't save poetry
time consumes it all
time consumes the earth
consumes the timekeeper
books and poets crumble
until there is no spring
and there is no one left
to gather daffodils
and there is no one left
to write or read the books
so while the earth is ours
we must write poetry
so the last man may know
a vision of the world
and what has come before
and how we felt in spring
and what a love was like
before there were no lovers
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