Friday 28 March 2014

An alphabet poem by Lars Gustafsson

The logonaut

I have spent my life
ordering the letters of the alphabet
in various ways. Dealing and shuffling.
Into a reasonably long string:
a long ski-track across white expanses.
The alphabet in Sweden has twenty-eight letters,
And then the twenty-ninth
the empty letter between the words
Which has no name.
Just as nought has no value.
That is why it is irreplacable.

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