#calvino
Tried to break it down
various elements
this or like that
to study, to consult.
Far to know the time
to see it again
Until I found it once more.
It wasn’t my motive
in making it
that matter
but how
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
You are reading "If On a Winter's Day a Traveller",
perhaps online, or on your phone,
during your commute. The train, the bus,
the streetcar is quite crowded,
jostling and rattling around
as you get your head into the poem.
What lies ahead? The curve of road or track
leads on to darkness, mystery, confused
deep tunnels, full of dusty lights,
or intersections where the traffic snarls
into a knot. There's no way out
but forward, so you go,
in time.
The screen is dark, you've been distracted,
and now the poem is done.
Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 12:20 AM UTC