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        an additional selection from
 The Disappearing Poet Blues
 
 
 by Marc 
        Hudson
 After a Painting by Diego Rivera
 1
 Imagine!
 A man bent double by flowersgreat, open throated calla lilies, no less.
 Ah, the burdens of poetry.
 2
 So it was one afternoon
 when she came by
 with her white shoulders all bare,
 I was brought to my knees by beauty
 and try as I mightI can never rise in this life again.
 3 Into that wilderness of sorrowsI have walked a few paces
 following the man of thorns,
 
 but have gone no further
 these several years.
 I can believe his suffering,
 the spikes, the hard blows
 as if they were laying track with his body
 into the twentieth century.
 His release, I can't believe.Why can't we admit
 the project of love
 broke him
 as it would you or me?
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