Spicer remains an important figure of the San Francisco Renaissance and to American poetry in general, both for his individual poetic vision and the influential role he played in the lives of the poets with whom he was intertwined.... More >
Coming at an end, the lovers
Are exhausted like two swimmers. Where
Did it end? There is no telling. No love is
Like an ocean with the dizzy procession of the waves' boundaries
From which two can emerge exhausted, nor long goodbye
Like death.
Coming at an end. Rather, I would say, like a length
Of coiled rope
Which does not disguise in the final twists of its lengths
Its endings.
But, you will say, we loved
And some parts of us loved
And the rest of us will remain
Two persons. Yes,
Poetry ends like a rope.
From A Book of Music by Jack Spicer. Forthcoming from The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer from Wesleyan University Press. Used by permission.
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