Every detail is everything in its place

Here’s a slice of a much-longer love poem by Kenneth Koch (1925-2002), which you can (and should) read in its entirety here if you have a few more minutes.

from “To Marina”

Let’s take a walk
Into the world
Where if our shoes get white
With snow, is it snow, Marina,
Is it snow or light?
Let’s take a walk

Every detail is everything in its place (Aristotle). Literature is a cup
And we are the malted. The time is a glass. A June bug comes
And a carpenter spits on a plane, the flowers ruffle ear rings.
I am so dumb-looking. And you are so beautiful.

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