Stanley Kunitz, “Hermetic Poem”


The secret my heart keeps
Flows into cracked cups.

No saucer can contain
This overplus of mine:

It glisters to the floor,
Lashing like lizard fire

And ramps upon the walls
Crazy with ruby ills.

Who enters by my door
Is drowned, burned, stung, and starred.

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There is really little to say about this poem, except that it is perfection.


Jack Kerouac, 1st Chorus of “Desolation Blues”
An interview with John Ashbery
  • Hi Amanda , i think your shows on Bluebird have been fantastic and i have loved everyone of them , but i am also a little concerned about you walking off set last night , i hope what ever happened can soon be resolved and you will soon be back on screen . xxxxxxxxxxxx DAVE A

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