Sunday, February 01, 2009

Across the Universe

Great opening lines:

Words are flowing out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe...

And then there's:

You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time---


And oh, OK, Old-Timers, I'll grant you:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both...

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