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my flies are gone

January 3, 2010

I have become poor, it seems:
my flies are gone–except one
flying jerkily
about the room.
You do not buzz, my fly:
deep in thought, no doubt.
That is well.
I, too, am learning how to be silent,
and have learnt long ago how to be alone.

Charles Reznikoff

2 Comments leave one →
  1. January 5, 2010 4:31 pm

    from butterflies to flies 🙂

    i like this poem very much!

  2. January 5, 2010 4:56 pm

    i was tempted to keep the insect theme going by following up with this, but the news that mr. noland had died brought such a foolish notion to an end.

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