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拍品专文
ROOTS
The people round off this planet
in sphere of sharp perfection
prickly, blithe
as the jawbone
of a spiritualist’s peevish
ups and downs.
However, these bubbles
could care less,
stuck, I guess
in familiar gnawing sleep
between the lights
of droning planes
as the people undress
persuasive and abundant
inside the lens
its knowing glance
forever equals
the amazing ability to forget
The above poem was first published in Enigma Variations, Bill Berkson’s 1975 book of poetry that included dedicated drawings by Philip Guston. The present drawing accompanied this poem in the publication.
The people round off this planet
in sphere of sharp perfection
prickly, blithe
as the jawbone
of a spiritualist’s peevish
ups and downs.
However, these bubbles
could care less,
stuck, I guess
in familiar gnawing sleep
between the lights
of droning planes
as the people undress
persuasive and abundant
inside the lens
its knowing glance
forever equals
the amazing ability to forget
The above poem was first published in Enigma Variations, Bill Berkson’s 1975 book of poetry that included dedicated drawings by Philip Guston. The present drawing accompanied this poem in the publication.