Found Poem
by Bill Yarrow
On an exceptionally hot evening
early in June, a young man
came out of the garret
in which he lived in S. Place
and walked slowly, as if in hesitation,
towards K. Bridge.
The waters rose
on the earth
one hundred and fifty days.
I concluded that I might take,
as a general rule, the principle that all the things
which we very clearly and distinctly conceive
are true.
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Author's Note
This poem appeared in Berkeley Poets Cooperative in 1984.
The poem stitches together sentences from Dostoyevsky, Genesis, and Descartes.
An animation of this poem can be found on You Tube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5TREY736gs4
This poem appears in Blasphemer (Lit Fest Press 2015).
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Serendipitous result from stitching borrowed words together. I like it very much.
Nice poem, Bill.
A stitch in time
saves nine,
but a stitch in poem
makes it something else
and that's just divine.
Nice work.
a poem about poems (or so it seems to me)
lovely
fave
A quilt of words. Wondermous. off to check out the animated version. Peace...
Beautiful.
Excellent.
I faved this, but my comment was lost and now I can't remember what it was. Raskolnikov has always been one of my favorites. He shows up in a lot of my poems. Unfortunately, none of them are as good as this.
Makes sense to me. Fave.