HISTORY LOOKS AT ME
History looks at me
from the academic greenery
of a solid red brick library
reading a commentary book
as a critic of my poetry
is not disappointed
as in a deafening hacking
nor wavering in my abstract
combining a modern sculpture
with a shield of painting
covering the cloth
in a faint color field
of Auden and Eliot
I'm working on.
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