RUNOUDEN PUOLUSTUS

Charles Bernstein: Salute
after Mallarmé
Nothing, this cum, verging verse
Only to design the cut
Such loins know a troupe
Of sirens married in environs
Loose navigations, O my diverse
Amis, moi just on the poop
You who want faster coups
The float of fools and shivers
An ivoried bell men gage
Sand’s cranes maim son’s tonnage
Then portend debut this salute
Solitude, retreat, tolls
To no importance that value
The blank sail of our soul
The blank toil of our sail
The blank soul of our toil
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