... existing lines In a vaguely sonnet form. But in that case result has pre- Ceded cause because the poem Only comes into existence on comple Tion of the analysis. What then Was the poet analysing? Yet the poem And its analysis Exist occupying the same frame. That is, The content and its criticism Are actually one and the same. What so unique about this poem ?

I missed some days, Nov. 6-9, but have now gone back and picked up Nov. 6 with a poem about "Coffee After Lunch." I plan to get current by the end of the week. Piano practice (will I ever get back to where I was?) is going reasonably well, and I am at least playing a little bit each day. I like a lot of the poems I'm writing this way. My favorite, so far, is "Out of Time.& ...

It has no title, but I think it is beautifully Punk, here is the start of his winter poem assignment: As winter dawns near, the critters flee from the icy layer of cold that muffles fall. It's as if the animals are being pursued by a wave of snow. Some birds fly away. Some critters dig to make an underground home. Some adapt and change to fit into winter. Some, fall fast asleep. The whisper ...

... 7-11 It's just too gay to be inside a loitering poem And (face it) all poems are loitering I'm too old for the makeup this ... and make chicken sounds As I abandon the field of the poem in a dress And yes it is a wedding dress...with a long train ... Leaving something vaguely like a shit smear On the field of the poem as I traverse it On my way out Shoving or kicking and cursing the occasional ...

... across the plains’ enormous spaces around you. I know you are reading this poem in a room where too much has happened for you to bear where the bedclothes lie in stagnant ... in your hand because life is short and you too are thirsty. I know you are reading this poem which is not in your language guessing at some words while others keep you reading and I want to know which words they are ...

... show that the animals have a deeper relationship with their herder as her first poem stated: “they (the hands) know// they belong to the ox,& ... one sits//except myself,” (Clifton 45). In her next poem, Clifton uses an extended metaphor. The ox, she presents ... man. Now when they rise to touch each other, ox cannot come. Her final poem, entitled End of Meditation once again describes the ox ...