The Idea of Order

In a house painted by Hopper,
in a town built by Whitman,
lives the lady of Wallace Stevens.

She turned to me and she whispered,
"Poetry has failed. Poetry has
failed because we have no way
to build poems out of silicone.
We could barely build them
out of steel and glass"

1 comment:

Abigail Pearl Pope said...

This is simple and genius.