"Three Laments"

I.
Alas
I believe
I might have become
a great writer
but
the chairs
in the library
were too hard

II.
I have
the upper hand
but if I keep it
I'll lose the circulation
in one arm

III.
So here I am the coolest in New York
what dont swing I dont push.

In some Elysian field
by a big tree
I chew my pride
like cud.

-Diane DiPrima

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