This poem is taken from PN Review 76, Volume 17 Number 2, November - December 1990.
Words for Alfred CelestineSpace I made one afternoon, and scope, and time
and promptly words came wandering in
I sat them down to work, not feast
and then the busy world released
edicts to reduce scope, time and space:
I listened, as to a familiar voice
and then let words construct a bounded space
with hours cut short, and all the ripest notions,
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