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Wednesday, November 29, 2017

A Poem Written While Driving East on the GCP

Tonight just after
Passing Creedmoor
On my way out East
A flock of starlings
Dipped sharply into
The traffic flowing
Towards the Northern State
When the meanings all converged
And suddenly the car
Was a dynamo
A stick of dynamite
In my hands whose fuse
Was lit as I raced ahead

This poem was written in reply to DuFu's Song of a Madman, which I recently translated.  You can read my translation of DuFu's great poem by clicking here.

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