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by David Yezzi
Paper creased is
with a touch
made less by half,
reduced as much
again by a second
fold—so the wish
to press our designs
can diminish
what we hold.
But by your hand’s
careful work,
I understand
how this unleaving
makes of what’s before
something finer
and finally more.
Any thoughts I might add here would subtract from the simple beauty of the poem. I'll leave you in the quiet to bring to and take away from this poem what you will. (This poem is posted in its entirety with the permission of the author, David Yezzi -- his website is here.)
The Poetry Friday round up today is at Dori Reads.
