ALWAYS ALMOST, NEVER QUITE by David Howard







at home ?in the interpreted world

-
Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies I





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The tree on the slope is contingent upon
your voice.

I hear nothing so the tree won�t bend �

I need that tree to bend.



The horizon does not want poetry to keep
going.

Intention? No star meant to be admired and yet�

Praise is impossible without doubt, ask a
teenager.



The

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