I’m borrowing a line or two from Lucille Clifton today, from her book Quilting: Poems 1987-1990, to write a borrowed line poem. This line in italics is from her poem “eyes”:
I could say so much to you
if you could understand me
Resyntaxed Semantics
I could say so much to you
if you could understand me
but the mixmaster
spun the vinyl
resyntaxed
semantics
now
I'm the one
who doesn't
recognize
the tune
I once knew
the original
lyrics
of
y
o
u
Common Threads 