Eating Poetry Poem Text

Eating Poetry Poem Text

Eating Poetry (Excerpt)

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

- Mark Strand

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