My friend, Marshall, sent me an article about “ultraconserved” words – twenty-three words that have remained unchanged, resisting “linguistic weathering,” for nearly fifteen thousand years. This poem, “Unweathered,” uses fifteen of them.
You can read the article below.
Poetry like the belligerent drunk at the end of the bar, breaking his line of thought at surprising places. Hinting at former glory.
Grace under pressure
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I’ve only been in Love but once:
in Lust were all the rest,
though Lust itself has clever ways
to move a young man’s chest.
It makes him say, “Yes! She’s the one
to whom I do belong.”
Happily in Lust is he, ‘til
another comes along.