Concord Hymn
By Jack Spicer
Your joke
Is like a lake
That lies there without any thought
And sees
Dead seas
The birds fly
Around there
Bewildered by its blue without any thought of water
Without any thought
Of water.
Copyright Credit: Jack Spicer, “Concord Hymn” from My Vocabulary Did This to Me: The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer (Middletown: Wesleyan University Press, 2008). Used by permission of Peter Gizzi for The Estate of Jack Spicer.
Source: The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer (Wesleyan University Press, 2008)