Cultivating the Species & The Dismantling, two poems by Vassilis Zambaras

    Cultivating the Species
      Sow

      Plenty of progeny,
      My son—

      Weed the pigweed
      From the garden

      When they’re young.

    The Dismantling
          We shall not cease from exploration,
          And the end of all our exploring
          Will be to arrive where we started
          And know the place for the first time.
          --T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding

      Before

      Our most enlightening eviction,
      We supposed

      We had every right
      To squat here forever

      Undutifully derelict,
      Oblivious to light.

      ***

      This blinding
      Edifice of beauty

      We took for granted, we lost sight,
      Though our instructions were simple—

      Before you lose it forever,
      Take it down

      In glorious black and white.


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