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Though the body is itsgenesis, a poem is the vision of a process Carved in space, vision your poor eye's singlearmor against winter spring summer fallFrank Bidart
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Drugged 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
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The 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
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After sex & metaphysics, –… what? What you have made.Frank Bidart
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Horrible 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
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Though the body is itsgenesis, a poem is the vision of a pFrank Bidart
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I'm not a fool, I knew from the beginningwhat couldn't happen. What couldn'tFrank Bidart
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Understand 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