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Poetry Friday: Lawrence Ferlinghetti

< p> This isn't strictly shape poetry, but the shape of the lines mirrors the movement of the words. Enjoy.

# 46

And every poem and every picture
a sensation in the eye and heart
Something that jolts you awake
from the rapt sleep of living
in a flash of pure epiphany
where all stands still
in a diamond light
transfixed
revealed
for what it truly is
in all its mystery
So a bird is an animal
flown into a tree
singing inscrutable melodies
As a lover stands transparen
Screened against the sun
Smiling darkly in the blinding light

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"When there is a tendency to compartmentalize the spiritual and make it resident in a certain type of life only, the spiritual is apt gradually to be lost." - Flannery O'Connor, Mystery and Manners: Occasional Prose


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