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Roberto Bolaño, “Resurrection”
Poetry slips into dreams
like a diver in a lake.
Poetry, braver than anyone,
slips in and sinks
like lead
through a lake infinite as Loch Ness
or tragic and turbid as Lake Balaton.
Consider it from below:
a diver
innocent
covered in feathers
of will.
Poetry slips into dreams
like a diver who’s dead
in the eyes of God.(via thelazylazarus)
(Source: lazlazlaz)
Posted on August 6, 2011 via knife-thrust in the gut of poetry

