Kim Addonizio - Lives of the Poets lyrics

One stood among the violets listening to a bird. One went to the toilet and was struck by the moon. One felt hopeless until a trumpet crash, and then lo, he became a diamond. I have a shovel. Can I turn it into a poem? On my stove I'm boiling some milk thistle. I hope it will turn into a winged thesis before you stop reading. Look, I'm topless! Listen: approaching hooves! One drowned in a swimming pool. One removed his shoes and yearned off a bridge. One lives with Alzheimer's in a state facility, spittle in his white beard. It turns out words are no help. But here I am with my shovel digging like a fool beside the spilth and splosh of the ungirdled sea. I can't stop. The horses are coming, the thieves. I still haven't found lasting love. I still want to hear viols in the little beach hotel that's torn down and gone. I want to see again the fish schooling and glittering like a veil where the waves shove against the breakwater. Gone is the girl in her white slip testing the chill with one bare foot. It's too cold, but she goes in, so carefully, oh.