"The poem is not a stream of consciousness, but an area of composition in which I work with whatever comes into it. Only words come into it."
- Robert Duncan
Below: The Enamord Mage, Translation #6, by Jess (Burgess F. Collins), 1965.

(petri dishes, fleet of fleeting glimpses, unfinished ______s)
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