2022-08-07

 

--Jim Moore

                    All modesty is false modesty
when it comes to poems,
                    or to the silence
in which poems begin
                    before they are words,
when they are still daisies
                    at the foot of a dead god
in an anonymous painting,
                    thirteenth century. Not to know how to live
is one thing, and nothing
                   to be ashamed 0f.
But not to know
                    how to sit in front of those daisies
with tears in my eyes:
                    what a waste that would be.


 

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