Jack Spicer

(30 January 1925 - 17 August 1965 / Los Angeles, California)

A Poem Without A Single Bird In It - Poem by Jack Spicer

What can I say to you, darling,
When you ask me for help?
I do not even know the future
Or even what poetry
We are going to write.
Commit suicide. Go mad. Better people
Than either of us have tried it.
I loved you once but
I do not know the future.
I only know that I love strength in my friends
And greatness
And hate the way their bodies crack when they die
And are eaten by images.
The fun’s over. The picnic’s over.
Go mad. Commit suicide. There will be nothing left
After you die or go mad,
But the calmness of poetry.


Comments about A Poem Without A Single Bird In It by Jack Spicer

  • (11/11/2015 6:17:00 AM)


    Mr Jack Spicer... you have an ugly heart and your poetry is shit... #justsayin (Report) Reply

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  • (11/9/2015 9:30:00 PM)


    This poem can't be much help to any body. Even in writing a poem. (Report) Reply

  • (11/9/2015 6:33:00 PM)


    Interesting title and strange poem. Most of my poems don't have birds in them. I can only think of two that do. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (11/9/2015 2:55:00 PM)


    I liked the title of the poem. That was interesting. Then I must have gone mad because I don't remember much of the poem (Report) Reply

  • Seema Jayaraman (11/9/2015 11:47:00 AM)


    the helplessness of not knowing..but the calmness of poetry will remain.. interesting musings..thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (11/9/2015 9:51:00 AM)


    When there is no future for one may leave the Earth; but poetry will live silently telling about love forever! (Report) Reply

  • K.c. Ford (11/9/2015 2:49:00 AM)


    Seventeen lines of waffle, containing little meaning. (Report) Reply

  • .., Rahman .., Henry (11/9/2015 12:35:00 AM)


    'Go mad. Commit suicide. There will be nothing left
    After you die or go mad,
    But the calmness of poetry. '

    EXCELLENT POEM.... I really enjoyed a lot....
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  • .., Rahman .., Henry (11/9/2015 12:34:00 AM)


    'Go mad. Commit suicide. There will be nothing left
    After you die or go mad,
    But the calmness of poetry. '

    EXCELLENT POEM....
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 5, 2012



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