Berrigan, Ted 1979
I woke up today just in time
to introduce a poet
then to hear him read his rhymes
so unlike mine & not bad
as I’d thought another time
– Ted Berrigan, “Hall of Mirrors”
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Winter crisp and the brittleness of snow
as like make me tired as not. I go my
myriad ways blundering, bombastic, dragged
by a self that can never be still, pushed
by my surging blood, my reasoning mind.
– Ted Berrigan, “Words for Love”
Winter in the country, Southampton, pale horse
as the soot rises, then settles, over the pictures
The birds that were singing this morning have shut up
I thought I saw a couple kissing, but Larry said no
It’s a strange bird.
– Ted Berrigan, “Frank O’Hara”