Poetry is a way
of remembering that which it would impoverish us to forget.--Robert Frost
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Poem of the Week: On Passing thru Morgantown, PA, by Sonia Sanchez
I saw you vincent van gogh perched on those pennsylvania cornfields communing amid secret black bird societies. yes. i'm sure that was you exploding your fantastic delirium while in the distance red indian hills beckoned.