BOUQUET / JOHN Olson
Bouquet Bouquet I say: a flower! And, out of the oblivion where my voice casts every contour, insofar as it is something other than the known bloom, there arises, musically, the very idea in its mellowness; in other words, what is absent from every bouquet. —Stephane Mallarmé What is poetry? It’s a thing of vision, […]
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