"For Christ’s sake, you didn’t invent sunlight;
There was sun dazzle before you, and stricken leaves,
Phoibos of the goddamned ‘narrow thighs’—
But you talk as if you made light or discovered it."
— Louis Dudek, from “For E. P.” in The Poetry of Louis Dudek
There was sun dazzle before you, and stricken leaves,
Phoibos of the goddamned ‘narrow thighs’—
But you talk as if you made light or discovered it."
