Nokh Aushvits (After Auschwitz)
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This entry contains material that some people may find disturbing.the poem is ugly & they make it uglier
wherein the power resides
that duncan did—or didn’t—understand
when listening that evening to the other poet read
he said “that was pure ugliness” & oh it was
it was & it made my heart skip a beat
because the poem wouldn’t allow it no
not a moment’s grace nor beauty to obstruct
whatever the age demanded or…
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