The World of B.Z. Niditch
Thursday, September 11, 2014
UNDER BEECH TREES
Under beech trees
the branch presses
against my shoulder
a wound
from my initials
planted
a penniless poet
on the frontier
of language
saying my international
words will go forth.
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