My Way_ Speeches and Poems - Charles Bernstein

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Of living,
Paris is beautiful and ludicrous, the leaves of every- tree
in the city move in the wind
People talk, they talk to each other;
Even Cortes greeted as revelation ... No I'd not
emigrate,
Now we do most of the killing
Glass of the glass sea shadow of water
Elephant, say, scraping its dry- sides
Of veracity that huge art whose geometric
Recalling flimsy Western ranches
Gravel underfoot
Enemies in the sidewalks and when the stars rise
Other
Piled on each other lean
Precision of place the rock's place in the fog we suffer
Early in the year cold and Windy on the sea the wind
Night-sky bird's world