LETTER FROM BILL BERKSON
Today I got a letter from Bill Berkson.
He says, it's been a while. Too long.
Not much has changed—
He says, Ebbe is still around,
and Will you come to visit soon?
How that time has come and gone,
vanished beneath night's cover,
just as if it never had been.
The wanderer said,
The story never changes much,
only the times are different.
7/9/84
Outakes from the Wayfarer:
a poem to Ebbe Borregaard.
Today I got a letter from Bill Berkson.
He says, it's been a while. Too long.
Not much has changed—
He says, Ebbe is still around,
and Will you come to visit soon?
How that time has come and gone,
vanished beneath night's cover,
just as if it never had been.
The wanderer said,
The story never changes much,
only the times are different.
7/9/84
Outakes from the Wayfarer:
a poem to Ebbe Borregaard.
Sometimes the outakes are the baby,
and the poem is the bathwater.
Or is it the other way round?
At any rate, this was tossed,
only to be retrieved again.
17.11.2015
17.11.2015
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