Al·Gharb·3

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3.

The seas unearth it
in their tempo of drought

This
submerged temple where shines the slow
dawn of the world stones detached de-
formed
by the elements visited
vigilant

Stones or rocs carved in shadow ships
of human faces

This is the other side of the wound
carved in the centre of the earth the centre
of the sun by the passion of the tides by the tenderness
of maritime weapons
fed by time
determination

Breathe
 
 
 

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LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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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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LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Here it has the feel of the eternal

Unceasing actions continuing almost with conscious purpose;

Looking at these photos on my flat screen display I find that by looking at them at differing angles I can see different elements not normally visible in a print or without adjusting intensity levels on the display; they almost have a life of their own.

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
Love it

I like the organic command at the finish, and "by the passion of the tides by the tenderness/of maritime weapons" is a wonderful image!

Fly

TrollyTrollyover 18 years ago
From Under the Bridge

I really don't see what is great about this. Similar to anonymous comment, bland words. The picture is nice - perhaps even better it there is personal relevance - but then I see lots and lots of really great pictures. I almost suspect rather than just black and white, there is a degree on brown on some proboscises. . . .

LinderellaLinderellaover 18 years ago
Now this...

is talent. What a treasure!

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