Kay Ryan

After Zeno (1965)
For my father
by Kay Ryan

When he was
I was.
But I still am
and he is still.

Where is is
when is is was?
I have an is
but where is his?

Now here—
no where:
such a little
fatal pause.

There’s no sense
in past tense.

Editorial: Continuation of a theme.

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2 Comments

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2 responses to “Kay Ryan

  1. “..Now here—
    no where:
    such a little
    fatal pause.”
    So true and well spoken.

  2. Rebecca Briley

    Brilliant “now here…nowhere”–love it!

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