Gustaf Sobin

Tracing a Thirst                  for E.F. called it: tracing a thirst, the poem as it sluices a passage; with each, dry utterance, edges towards its own ob- fuscated source. no, not the world, the world's, but, per- haps, its very postulate. what the winds would lap, and the tongue, ultimately, muscle: breath, like so many empty bubbles, brought to that pleated lip. http://www.coh.arizona.edu/poetry/newsletters/spring_1996/SOBIN.html