Tag: poem
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The Naval of the Earth
The solid Earth was born not so long ago,Then, footholds were submerged in burning seas.Those seas were not calm then, in rage, they flowAnd around a singular point they flow,Around that forming spike, they tautly squeezeThe heavy waters to a solid peak.Now, the heaving of the sea calmed.And know that the weathering of the peakProduced…
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Secret Knowledge.
I. The water cold, granting lungfuls of air,Borrows mother’s warmthIn its undulas.And in its level does itRaise all fairGrains:Sand grains — low onto yon field of brass. II. Sight ill directed,Along the smooth curvesImpressed on memory. Nay,Mammary,Nay, recollections,Long gone; yet stillServes nervous purposes —PreservatoryOf that quality, whereinThe sclera,That whiteness of the eyesIs captured full.To displaced…
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Ege’nin Meyveleri.
On Ege, the curtain withdraws.Lo: the dramatis personiThey bow, with fruits in hand. ApplauseEchoes from mounds, is dampe’ed by sea.Tarkan, Emel, Selcen, Lena,And Bar’ş bow. Mist cloaks Aegina.Bariş emerges from back of stage,Fore papered dağs and blue-lit skies.He pulls, in good post perch, a page,And guerdons crowd with moral prize.The barking dog and twitt’ring birdWhose…
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Dancing to the Beats of a Wave.
I. Some speculate that the Earth is still,While the sun circumscribes the horizon.Others, in the plurimos molecular configurationsOf water see rotations and vibrations, andShort, jagged displacements of the bumbling bee’s navigation.And the water moves to and fro in its silence.The world — or at least everything in it —Is in a constant state of dance.The…
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A Night Eternal
I. She was heavy,But we men stood beside herLifting her up in procession.We marched a while,No one recalling how longThe passing from hand to hand;One shoulder on the left was pressedAnd forgetting due to stress,From above,And in yearning,The other pressing from below.Engrossed and drowsy from a heavy dinner,Were some, andSome,A lack of rest that night…It…
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Half-angles
On an early warm afternoon of MarchBefore the warmth gives way to the SummerAnd the light and air of April competeI was to snap cutMy rotator cuffsOr tear them,Whatever those thingsWere.Inclined on a rotated bench,Bent back,Supported by itself through contraptionsIn its design,Freeing me to focusOn theDumbbells to be lifted aboveAnd rotated,To enhance front deltoids,Clavicular Head…
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Sunscreen
I saw you that day,I feigned notTo have seen the light scatteringFrom Helen of Troy,I believe,So much so thatShort of beingGorgias himself,I stopped notTo write you an encomium.I believe what I saw,My eyesNot blinded yet,Though reflectingThe crimson, or the emerald.It could have been any of youWho, beside that mutinous cur,Screened the sunAs I zoomedFrom a…
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Hoarding ingots
“Lip up, will ya’, Edith! You know I wasn’t a Keynesian when you married me!” Walter Block, Defending the Undefendable, p. 113. The luster of gold I do not confuseFor mere cached brilliance in my treasury.Flasks of bitterness were my sole regimeTo escape the sulkiness imposed thereWhere I stood not so very long ago.Then, there…
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Medica Laeta
Pour, life, your emerald vial,Sift within all the pill-drops, thenHold men ten, and ten for trialAnd see which one wakes up again.On darkened night, eyes lay their lidsAnd in dreams let the fevered rest.Medica laeta by me bidsAnd I in loft her conscience test.In rabid claw, syringe impartsTo strains of lead the end of days.Not…
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To An Iris: A Sonnet.
Quanto minus spei est tanto magis amo. Terence (Eunuchus, I. 1053) Iris, your vague quality draws me near,Thus, Scrutiny calls from the sun-kissed patchAnd finds in you, at least at last, what’s dear,Which, though armed with blades of sight, fails the catch.Iris, none are surprised that your allureHeld me taut, and with mechanical grasp.Suppose then…