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Poetry: A Crumb of Smith and a Taste of Paz

Dec 10, 2015 | Curbside Consults


A Crumb of Smith: (from A Homuncular Storm)

Weird shaped men with swollen lips

hands larger than crustaceans with enormous thumbs

smash onto my windshield eyes blinking, panting

through protruding tongues





A Taste of Paz: (from Trowbridge Street*)

Now you have a bridge-shape

Our room navigates beneath your arches

From your railing we watch us pass

You ripple with wind  more light than body

The sun on the other bank

grows upside-down


*Selected Poems by Octavio Paz, Edited by Eliot Weinberger, 1979, New Directions Publishing Corp


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