Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2011 v10n1
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but I to you of a white goat (fragment 40)

but I to you of a white goat
speak many millions of syllables
and yet say nothing at all
of my own passing.

we meet in this ocean of bearded hills
between two compass points.
I offer you my guidebook of colors,
containing every syllable about

the history of this white goat, where it has
climbed and where it fell. this prickled honey
combed from all I know, will be yours
without a single utterance.  end

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