Charles Olson – I, Maximus of Gloucester, to You

Off-shore, by islands hidden in the blood                                         jewels & miracles, I, Maximus                                         a metal hot from boiling water, tell you                                         what is a lance, who obeys the figures of                                         the present dance 1 the thing you’re after may lie around the bend of the nest (second, time slain, the bird! the […]