Carroll, Paul 1986; 1992
Thursday, November 12, 1992
Founder of the Poetry Center of Chicago
Were you guys lucky, too, to caddy the light
of freshly-sprinkled fairway delicate and bright as eye of an
Indiana owl
or glitter of fish flickering in the Shedd Aquarium of the
imagination
– Paul Carroll, “Ode to an All-American Boyhood”
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Our matchbox bedroom in the loft above your
sculpture factory
Turns magical at times
Behind its dark blue Druid door. Last night,
Inside you, sweetheart,
It felt as if I were coming from the soul itself.
– Paul Carroll, “Valentine”
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My mouth is snow slowly caking that stiff pigeon.
My mouth, the intricately moist machinery of a plant.
I have forgotten if I ever had a mouth.
– Paul Carroll, “My Mouth Quick with Many Bees”
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