Anne Carson

So I've recently been reading Anne Carson's book of poetry and prose 'Plain Water' and I think she's amazing......so I wanted to post a poem of hers

"On Youth at Night"

the youth at night would have himself drawn
around the scream. It lay in the middle of the
city gazing back at him with its heat and
rose pool of flesh. Terrific lava shone
on his soul. He would ride and stare



I definately reccommend her....with some practice I hope to be as original...

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