Carson’s “Clive Song” in The New Yorker

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Anne Carson – Clive Song

 

If I were an early person
I’d look for the limits of wisdom
by going to sacred oak trees
or the local blind man with lips on fire.
But this is now. This is N.Y.C.
I go to Clive.

Read rest of poem 

 

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