After we've had
our age of gold
and sung our song of brass,
fingers will brush
the age aside,
fingers and leaves
of grass.
- Alfred Kreymborg
...a collection of poems that sing, stun, or otherwise simply stick
After we've had
our age of gold
and sung our song of brass,
fingers will brush
the age aside,
fingers and leaves
of grass.
- Alfred Kreymborg