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Dizziness, exhaustion, balance.
Snow on fire, liquid leaves.
Blue gauze, blue blood.
A day poured from a samovar.
Mahogany dreams, forest nightmare.
Culinary whirlwind, fetid famine.
Distant sound, pressing silence.
Quest, rest, revision.
Take one, take two, the end.
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I am the moon that refused to rise,
The placid reflection of lunar eyes
Whose lurid stare, like rising tides,
Tickles the Earth and then subsides.
I am the leafless winter tree:
My leaves I shed reluctantly;
An autumnal gale just set me free
To shiver and long for eternity.
I am the damp crepuscular cloud
That hovers, dark, heavy and proud,
That dares to defy the solar shroud
In whose fabric all life is endowed.
I am the lone and lonely light
That, shining, gives sight,
Yet remains, for all its might,
Blind to the eyelid’s plight.
I trace the border of sea and shore
To keep at bay that endless war;
Yet the battle’s ceaseless roar
Says I am all this, and nothing more.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011 8:20 AM
Written on a train to New York City
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To you, the sudden hope outlined in lips,
I ask the question that fear had ne’er touched:
What myth does explain life’s dance upon a crypt,
The unreal made real, the lost firmly clutched?
Give me a vulgar sunset of pious
Red and blue. Free me of meter and rhyme,
The constraint of great laws, Himalayan
In their looming grace; great, if not sublime.
Yet if you must go, leave your charred embrace
To singe the sinews of my tortured soul
And paint the twilight on my sullen face;
I alone wear a ring of tears grown old.
O, but if you stay, warn the heaven’s Might:
A lover’s heart cares not for heaven’s plight!
Monday, August 15, 2011
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Why this Romance woven in silent sighs,
This dark electric dream that tears in two
A love, once whole, now lost in shuttered eyes?
Science, mistress of mystery, undo
The sorrow tangled in my own delight!
For oft when the perfume of starlight hovers
Above my inner world, I drown in a night
That strains the hopes of my hopeful lovers--
Strange souls that approach like death in defeat,
Souls that carry crystal promise, fragile
As a vase that contains but one conceit:
To live as God in a manmade castle.
O God, am I to destroy this despair
That destroys as if only to repair?
Wednesday, July 27, 2011 11:30 PM
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Despair stabbed me on the way to delight:
Its jagged blade, forged of hardened tears,
Shore off the jasmine fragrance of the night,
Postponed the puissant dawn for another year.
O watch that won’t run, day that refuses to break!
What infernal flaw ground your gears to a halt?
How do I weather the sorrow foaming in your wake
Or, tired and alone, ward off your relentless assault?
Like a wayward meteor, I tumble through a sky
That resents me, subject to laws I never chose;
Yet that inner law of anarchic love belies
The empty sheets made empty by a lover’s woes.
O Lady Justice, come see what has transpired!
Surely you will listen to my appeal,
And restore to life a bliss that had expired,
Lest the eternal law of lovers be repealed.
Monday, June 13, 2011 8:45 PM
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Toward the eastern gate of this walled-in life
A rain advances with the urgency of men
Marching ever prouder, ever louder,
In order to conceal injustice
With a crescendo of flags and uniforms.
Thus the rain advances, with its silver
Uniformity, its blanketing cloud
Of war, its ubiquitous watery
Domination, its soldier-drops
That pounce on the soil
With the impact of a blinding mission.
And the city of this life, ablaze with city-lights,
Grips its collective weaponry with the fury
Of impending defeat, the rage of intrusion,
And the sorrow of death.
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