The slice I ate I want it back
Those crumbs I swept up
I’d like my share again
I can still taste it like it was
The memory by itself is delicious
Each bite was a small miracle
Both nourishing and sweet
I wish I had saved just a little bit
I improvised; I never remembered.
Now it’s your turn to be driven;
you’re the one who demands to know.
Angelic Dynamo! Ventriloquist of the Blue!
While beachward creeps the shark-swept Spanish Main
By what conjunctions do the winds appoint
Its apotheosis, at last⎯the hurricane!
The house was just twinkling in the moon light,
And inside it twinkling with delight,
Is my baby bright.
First fragment of poetry is by Calvin Forbes.
Second fragment of poetry is by Louise Glück.
Third fragment of poetry is by Hart Crane.
Fourth fragment of poetry is by Gertrude Stein.