I love the poetry of Gertrude Stein. Perhaps this is so because I have never taken a class in which her work was taught and I have never read it with pressure to "understand." I enjoy reading Stein's poems aloud. Because they keep me alert -- both eye and tongue. Because they puzzle me. And because I sometimes see something amazing, true and almost within reach. Here, from Tender Buttons / Objects: is "A Piece of Coffee."
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Sunday, September 11, 2011
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