Berkeley In Time Of Plague Poem by Jack Spicer

Berkeley In Time Of Plague

Rating: 4.3


Plague took us and the land from under us,
Rose like a boil, enclosing us within.
We waited and the blue skies writhed awhile
Becoming black with death.

Plague took us and the chairs from under us,
Stepped cautiously while entering the room
(We were discussing Yeats): it paused awhile
Then smiled and made us die.

Plague took us, laughed, and reproportioned us,
Swelled us to dizzy, unaccustomed size.
We died prodigiously; it hurt awhile
But left a certain quiet in our eyes.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adeeb Alfateh 05 August 2019

Swelled us to dizzy, unaccustomed size. We died prodigiously; it hurt awhile But left a certain quiet in our eyes. beautiful poem superb 10+++++

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Jack Spicer

Jack Spicer

Los Angeles, California
Close
Error Success