I Bought Them
I bought them,
two big books,
fat with two lifetimes of poems,
not so much to read them,
which, over a long time, as is meant, I will do,
but just to look at,
heavy as loaves of grainy peasant bread,
and their pictures on the covers,
the two old Polish poets,
Milosz and Herbert,
their beautiful white hair,
their beautiful long white fingers,
their beautiful white cigarettes,
and the smoke like their own beautiful white ghosts.
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