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Word Courses
(for Louis Zukofsky)Louis Zukofsky lives
in a high corner
old whiskers white
he curls around books
with a glass of soft wine
he gathers words
like nuts
spread on a towel
he pounds them into powder
for salting the batter
of his verses
he uses lasers
to burn the distant parts
of language
a hammer
to smash
what’s close by
late each night
he makes
a granular peace
with language
using his rough sleep
to salve the way
