Poem reads: My eye follows / the lone bird / across the sky / as if the sky / were all eternity / The bird is carried / by the wind / as my spirit / is by fate / Where are we going / to what end / or destination / When next I come / on a dead seagull / on the beach / I will plant a reed / on its outspread wing / and leave my signature / among the gathered flies
Jack Tworkov poem, ca. 1981. Jack Tworkov papers, circa 1926-1993. Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution.
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