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Saturday, 24. March 2007

Sonnet #1 - Robert Kroetsch



my first (my second) garden:
the primordial:     nothingness.
Out of which.
The undomesticated.

not bad. Not bad for a start: the garden again, here, north (of) America not

bad for a start, a snow white page, and this our daily, this every: come, muse find me my (singing): the red-winged

blackbird by the slough (in spring) perched on a dead cattail

(resist the temptation to give it form resist the temptation )

Note: After landing in a foggy Toronto, with this poem scribbled on a piece of paper in his jeans' back-pocket, he walks into all the pedestrians enjoying the first warm days of spring. Also now accepting applications for a muse: must be as intense as a well executed villanelle.




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