Stanley Kunitz, “Hermetic Poem”
poetry
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.
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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