Poems June 2006
Why do I exist?
A new poem.
Answer it? Nobody can.
(At least nobody's done it yet.)
But as for having the question down,
You know you're really asking it
When it isn't merely answerless
But answerless in the strongest sense;
Answerless in being less
A question than an utterance.
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This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 24 Number 10, on page 27
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