The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 12/26/09

[BlueIris]

--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

[Tuesday Afternoon]

1. nice. thanks

:) :donut: :hi: