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In this city haunted in this house
turned to the zephyr of fables
in this fable by the sea dissolved by salt
by the sea illuminated
in this lunar ship
by the thinnest speckles of limestone
in this forest of iron where forever the days
the voices mute
in this pier of coloured stones
ochre blood flowers crushed by the sun by the skilful
instruments of light
in this clearing where death is a word
postponed
for another city maritime for another
perfect tomorrow
in this city revisited
by fingers obscure bones
without memory without home
they remember the tenderness hear the ancestors
with whom they share this house once white
but can no longer find the rooms
the hallways
the friends
the fleeting breath
of yesterday.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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Always struck by the austere images
In black and white
Photos and poetic painting
And how you tie the two so closely.
Wonderful mirror of stark imagery and stark image-- these work well together. I wondered who the "they" were, though.
On the whole an excellent series that I enjoyed very much.
Fly
your poem was mentioned on the thread
"New Poems Reviews"
thanks for the journey
...at odds - I'm in tears. I just wandered back through all you Al-Garb-5 series and they're all wonderful. What a collection of beautiful works, both the photographs and the poems. Magical.
Tess