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As the water birds lifted from the morning tide, I found myself being lifted from an unconscious state to the dictionary by four unfamiliar syllables like the many poets before me, searching for the meaning of nomenclature. Interestingly enough, it could have been me on the other side of a poem that I would come back to after sundown: an old, scientific word who first appeared in 1610, whose roots grew, naturally, like the hidden interests of a loved one, from the Latin nomenclatura (the assigning of names). But instead, I ended up on this side of the poem, sitting before an empty screen and a dictionary in a Yankees ball cap and denim t-shirt, slowly piecing together a poem about a 17th century novel while trying to include the sudden interest of my loved one: French parenting literature on healthy eating, all while slowly tying the loose ends of a poem without meaning together.
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Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
Tying the Loose Ends of a Poem Without Meaning Together