Robert Frost

I finally replaced my copy
of The Poetry of Robert Frost
the other day; the other one,
it was one of thousands lost
in the Great Massacre of '08,
and I needed those poems back,
so that I could keep track
of work that was and wasn't so great;

but some cretin
had scarred the pages
with eight steel paperclips,
no doubt marking Frost's
essential oeuvre,
out of a lifetime's over
three hundred fifty poems,
although I believe that
the cretin knew
as little about steel paperclips,
moisture,
and book paper as
about great art;

but no matter:
I can read all of the poems
just the same.



April 10, 2009.

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