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TO
THINK THAT WORDS
Poems by Lawrence Carradini
Fields
of Lilies,
I am insane
to think that words
can
capture
that
which
mind
cannot falcon
grasp.
Throw stones at
me,
kiss my
feet, what'er
day makes sense.
None do
In many
ways; like small
insects, like
large snows.
A garden grows
in this
anyway.
Lilies burrow,
Life ascends.
Lawrence Carradini is the author of the poetry chapbook
Burning Heads, VB Documentation Enterprises, Natick, MA
(available: B&N on line). Larry has recently had poetry
published in Mobius, The Long Island Quarterly, the on line
journals, Jack, PoetryBay, and PULSE, and Syracuse University's,
Salt Hill. He has recently had poems translated into Chinese
by Professor Chu-an Wen appear in the journal, Contemporary
Foreign Literature, Nanjing University, Nanjing, China.
Originally from central Long Island, he is currently living
in Lowell, Massachusetts. Larry is the President and Chairman
of the Board of Directors of Lowell Celebrates Kerouac.
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