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Sat Dec-26-09 10:59 AM
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The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 12/26/09 |
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--from "Alternate Means of Transport"
17 "Discomfiting the Absolute Splendor"
Paradox is not comfortable; its X exposes that; too many Cross-purposes to allow you to settle exquisitely poised As a Spangled Fritillary on the lace of a blooming lilac branch, As the sexless angels on the head of a pin.
O A B C D angels says Leonardo. M R no angels says the Jew, Y Z what can't be? The bystanders wring their hands as if they were bells. Stop playing, they tell the organist and the poet,
And both could, could make a surface Clear, calm and reflective, a voluptuous skin, Giving lap and lull, lap and lull. I could Take you back to the lawn, now studded
With its spring brocade of flowers, to a sky Studded with hats, to a sky lavish with hats. Poems lavish with the language of light wing through a time when We are in the dark. Illuminated by static, by the electricity
Of the synthetic, love--a plain song, a plaint--is asked To do more than it can. It is, perhaps, what we have left.
--Cynthia Macdonald
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