A found poem from the New York Times article:
The Man Who Saw America by Nicholas Davidoff
About Robert Frank ~ the photographer (July 5, 2015)
A Young Artist
One too many mornings of stubble
his melancholy eyes
collect the world.
He could have been anybody
in a casino, restroom, elevator
in a second-hand Ford.
In search of some moment
unable to explain.
A young artist.
In love. Alone.
Upriver into the heart of ambivalence
lost in a piece of the middle.
You have doubts.
You wear humanity differently.
The ache of a narrow bed.
The business of catching things
grasping at prayer
time to look for a new mistress.
ag ~ 2015
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