Jack Spicer

A Postscript to the Berkeley Renaissance

What have I lost? When shall I start to sing
A loud and idiotic song that makes
The heart rise frightened into poetry
Like birds disturbed?

I was a singer once. I sang that song.
I saw the thousands of bewildered birds
Breaking their cover into poetry
Up from the heart. . . .

-- read the rest of this poem by Jack Spicer @ EPC