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Poem
From the magazine:The Surrealist Learns to Fly
The Surrealist Learns to Fly
Occasionally he wakes, finds
the cool cube of his room
delirious with colors: blaring
daffodils and rigid roses,
petals a soft, translucent red
like the inside of an eyelid.
By the window, a clock's
expressionless face near glossy skins
of magazines, a telephone
the color of frozen milk
or silence,...
the cool cube of his room
delirious with colors: blaring
daffodils and rigid roses,
petals a soft, translucent red
like the inside of an eyelid.
By the window, a clock's
expressionless face near glossy skins
of magazines, a telephone
the color of frozen milk
or silence,...
Table of Contents
- Philip Booth
- Billy Collins
- Jennifer O'Grady
- Roy Scheele
- David Baker
- Jeffrey Harrison
- Bruce Bond
- Maurya Simon
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