01UndatedThough the body is itsgenesis, a poem is the vision of a processCarved in space, vision your poor eye's singlearmor against winter spring summer fallFrank Bidart / quote ↗
02Undateddrugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnalround, the monotonous sorrow of the finite,within I am awakerepairing in dirt the frayed immaculate threadforced by being to watch the birth of sunsFrank Bidart / quote ↗
03UndatedThe stratagems by which briefly youameliorated, even seeminglyuntwisted what still twists within you —you loved their taste and lay thereon your sidenursing like a puppy.Frank Bidart / quote ↗
05UndatedHorrible the fate of the advice-giver in our culture: to repeat oneself in a thousand contexts until death, or irrelevance. *I abjure advice-giver.Frank Bidart / quote ↗
07UndatedI'm not a fool, I knew from the beginningwhat couldn't happen. What couldn'tFrank Bidart / quote ↗
08UndatedUnderstand that when the beast within yousucceeds again in paralyzing into unendingincompletion whatever you again had the temerity totry to makeits triumph is made sweeter by confirmation of itsrectitude. It knows that it aloneknows you.Frank Bidart / quote ↗