FIRST LAST
You ever think about Leaves of Grass and how it begins with the word “I” and ends with the word “you.” Well I took ten books off my shelves and here are the first and last words of each turned into one-line poems.
This hell.
—Jim Harrison, Letters to Yesenin.
The question.
—Simone Weil, The Iliad, Or the Poem of Force
I courage.
—Roberto Bolano, Antwerp
My always.
—Ovid, Metamorphoses (trans. Rolfe Humphries)
Look cry.
—M.A. Vizsolyi, The Lamp with Wings
What free.
—Albert Camus, The Rebel (trans. Anthony Bower)
Just grave.
—Reinhard Steiner, Schiele
We silence.
—James Agee, A Death in the Family
My stars.
—Raul Zurita, Purgatory (trans. Anna Deeny)
Possum forever.
—Dolly Freed, Possum Living
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