Galway Kinnell's compact "Blackberry Eating" is precise and perfect for at least two things:
1. For the last day in September
2. For word connoisseurs who gather round blogs on Poetry Friday.
I love to go out in late September
among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
to eat blackberries for breakfast,
the stalks very prickly, a penalty
they earn for knowing the black art
(Read the whole [very short] poem here, at Poets.org.)
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