- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Concavity/Convexity
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It's in the poem that all words are synonyms,
the archangel soars on the sway of light bulbs,
courteous the drawings
baroque
lumin-(ous)
aries,
all this while I fire, nervous trigger, the weapon,
the bell chimes the time to genuflect,
the yellow concavity of the plant.
It's in the poem that encyclopaedias are born,
the manner in which leaves are turned,
the illustrations, the passions, the passionflowers, the smell, the dry leaves of books
and the dry leaves. "I know one was left for me
between the pages of Rilke, almond-coloured".
I let the rain fall and the sky fall,
(we).
God said that wasn't the temple,
that it ought to have angrier stones, Ezra Pound,
more sea-
manite.
To offer an answer at the poem's sunset it's in the poem that all words are
minimal.
She had a cross,
a bell,
a plant,
the convex rain on her breasts.
- COMMENTS
Bill Dadaabout 17 years agoWorks for me. The imagery is intense and the rhythm, meter or whatever has me floating out of the room.
Anonymousabout 17 years ago...with the previous opinions, the imagery is beautiful. I find I need and want to read this poem several times, there are so many lovely, miniature pictures in the whole canvas.
Tess
Anonymousabout 17 years agothe imagery here, esp the last line. Reminds me a lot of John Berryman.
Intelligent and beautifully written, seared with that white hot imagination of yours.
