A poem by Jack Spicer

Henry Clay was born today, in 1777, as I just learned by chance. His birth was a matter of chance too, I suppose. Clay’s name sticks in my mind not because of “history” but because of this haunting poem by Jack Spicer:



I think that I first saw “For Kids” in the journal o•blék , many years back.

[“Kids”: the poet Joanne Kyger.]