With the first line the poem begins to speak and sets its course. Here are a few of RBP's favorites.
Hughes
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Ignatow
When I die choose a star
and name it after me
LR Jackson
Across a continent imaginary
Because it cannot be discovered now
Kinnell
I love to go out in late September
among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
Larkin
When I see a couple of kids
And guess he's fucking her and she's
Merwin
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
(to be continued)
TS
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