Pause
The more I looked the more stars there were
Ralph Gustafson
Rocky Mountain Return
Cracked, stood up on end,
Poetry as a Moral Procedure
"The Moral Function of Poetry" initially suggests itself as the natural
O Mud, Thou Vile Sublime
Take the simplest utterable:
The Morality of Rite Words in Rote Order
Where a poem departs from the truth it is bad
The Tin Can Turned Back From Transcendence
The brook pebble comes catapulting so fiercely
This Domestic Adam
Oh, the world wags!
On This Sea-Floor
the evening falls. The sunset burns
The Courtyard
The Court
The Silence
All, all is sadness
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