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Frank Bidart

Frank Bidart

Overheard Through the Walls of the Invisible City

. . .telling those who swarm around him his desire
is that an appendage from each of them
fill, invade each of his orifices,—
 
repeating, chanting
Oh yeahOh yeahOh yeahOh yeahOh yeah
 
until, as if in darkness he craved the sun, at last he reached
consummation.
 
Until telling those who swarm around him begins again
 
(we are the wheel to which we are bound).

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Guilty of Dust

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The Return

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Dark Night

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For the Twentieth Century

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Herbert White

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To the Dead

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