Michael Palmer

(1943 / Manhattan, New York City, New York)

Michael Palmer Poems

41. L'AZUR 4/19/2017
42. Eighth Sky 1/20/2003
43. Who Is To Say 1/20/2003
44. Dearest Reader 1/20/2003
45. Sun 1/20/2003
Best Poem of Michael Palmer

Sun

Write this. We have burned all their villages

Write this. We have burned all the villages and the people in them

Write this. We have adopted their customs and their manner of dress

Write this. A word may be shaped like a bed, a basket of tears or an X

In the notebook it says, It is the time of mutations, laughter at jokes,
secrets beyond the boundaries of speech

I now turn to my use of suffixes and punctuation, closing Mr. Circle
with a single stroke, tearing the canvas from its wall, joined to her,
experiencing the same thoughts at the same moment, ...

Read the full of Sun

The Republic of Dreams

She lay so still that
as she spoke

a spider spun a seamless web
upon her body

as we spoke
and then her limbs came loose

one by one
and so my own

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