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| Millay at the swimming pool, 1940 via millay.org |
she was born February 22nd, 1892
(she might have said
even the thought
of a fig leaf
here, is useless)
near Austerlitz I take care
to lean onto the right lane
easing up
on her shoulder
and off the road...
stopped, I gaze out
my window
at the cliffs
and wonder
which one, is she now...
bowsprit, house or tree
does she cling
a tenacious stubborn scent
is she edifice and mercy
or wind and bleeding
does she wield poem's
molecular subtleties
is she now preternatural
imperceptible knives
explaining how time is caught
in the willing bouquet(s)
noses know when immersed
in a midnight's oil...
was she inside
the cycle of water
the ocean once
again, mouth full
of clay and shale
would she say
we were mountains ago
cock-sure at that
now paying rent
meant for alms,
the loam and fat...
I guess she always
was and is the poem
beneath and above
a silt to sand and
hand organ music
a grand to ground recital
a what is whispered
when why worn bones
slowly leave a soul
a stone fade
eroding quickly
both ends
title too
burning...
EJR ©
Nancy Boyd. I will try to find and read her.
ReplyDeleteI love these:
"near Austerlitz I take care
to lean onto the right lane
easing up
on her shoulder
and off the road..."
"is she edifice and mercy
or wind and bleeding" ... So insanely, do I dig this.
"does she wield poem's
molecular subtleties"
"was she inside
the cycle of water"
"I guess she always
was and is the poem"
"when why worn bones
slowly leave a soul" ... I love this image. It isn't the soul that leaves the body; it's the body that leaves the soul.
"title too
burning" ... This makes me so sad. But sometimes it's just the way it has to be. Title of a body // of words. A person. Is.
Would you be interested in this?
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oooh...looks fun...will be leaping in...
DeleteGroovy. I look forward to it.
Deleteposted it as a comment to your post...
Deleteperfecto
DeleteThis is about you:
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She's my best friend for life.
I'll never meet her.