Play Nothing is going to become of anyone except death: therefore: it’s okay to yearn too high: the grave accommodates swell rambunctiousness & ruin’s not compromised by magnificence: that cut-off point liberates us to the common disaster: so pick a perch— apple branch for example in bloom— tune up and drill imagination right through necessity: it’s all right: it’s been taken care of: is allowed, considering
~ A.R. Ammons
Note: I received this poem with a college acceptance letter my senior year of high school – I didn’t wind up attending that school, but I’ve kept this poem in a notebook of mine ever since, thought of it often, reread it many times, misquoted it even more than that and misattributed it too, though I am fairly certain it’s A.R. Ammons (who, incidentally, wrote the poem that gave the title to my favorite collection of short stories from last year, Maile Meloy’s excellent Both Ways Is The Only Way I Want It). This poem has come to mean a lot to me and I hope you like it too.
This time, it’s for Devin.