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No matter how hard I listen the wind speaks	A
One syllable which has no comfort in it	B
Only a rasping of air through the dead elm	C
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Once a poet told me of his friend who was torn apart	D
By two pigs in a field in Poland The man	E
Was a prisoner of the Nazis and they watched	F
He said with interest and a drunken approval	G
If terror is a state of complete understanding	H
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Then there was probably a point at which the man	E
Went mad and felt nothing though certainly	I
He understood everything that was there after all	J
He could see blood splash beneath him on the stubble	G
He could hear singing float toward him from the barracks	K
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And though I don't know much about madness	L
I know it lives in the thin body like a harp	M
Behind the rib cage It makes it painful to move	N
And when you kneel in madness your knees are glass	O
And so you must stand up again with great care	P
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Maybe this wind was what he heard in	Q
Maybe I have raised a dead man into this air	P
And now I will have to bury him inside my body	I
And breathe him in and do nothing but listen	R
Until I hear the black blood rushing over	S
The stone of my skull and believe it is music	T
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But some things are not possible on the earth	U
And that is why people make poems about the dead	V
And the dead watch over then until they are finished	W
Until their hands feel like glass on the page	X
And snow collects in the blind eyes of statues	Y

Larry Levis

For Zbigniew Herbert, Summer, 1971, Los Angeles Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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