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Eating Poetry by Mark Strand
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine
I have been eating poetry
The librarian does not believe what she sees
Her eyes are sad
She holds her hands in her dress
The poems are gone
The light is dim
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up
Their eyeballs roll
Their blonde legs burn like brush
The librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep
She does not understand
When i get on my knees and lick her hand
She screams
I am a new man
I snarl at her and bark
I romp with joy in the bookish dark
also what kind of poetry is mark strand famous for, like nature, death etc?
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine
I have been eating poetry
The librarian does not believe what she sees
Her eyes are sad
She holds her hands in her dress
The poems are gone
The light is dim
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up
Their eyeballs roll
Their blonde legs burn like brush
The librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep
She does not understand
When i get on my knees and lick her hand
She screams
I am a new man
I snarl at her and bark
I romp with joy in the bookish dark
also what kind of poetry is mark strand famous for, like nature, death etc?