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poems and photographs 56
(photographs: Tom Davis)
A break, for three days: the next post will be on Sunday, June 7.
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Wednesday, June 3, 2009
opening
The Opening and the Close
Of Being, are alike
Or differ, if they do,
As Bloom upon a Stalk.
That from an equal Seed
Unto an equal Bud
Go parallel, perfected
In that they have decayed.
Emily Dickinson, The opening and the close
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Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Cecilia Gallerani
Cecilia, today so beautiful
her eyes
shadow the sun
she listens
she does not speak
all who see this will say
it is enough
now I know
what is nature
what is art
after Bernardo Bellincione, in a contemporary sonnet on Leonardo's astonishing Lady with an ermine
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Monday, June 1, 2009
love's confusing joy
If you want what visible reality
can give, then you are an employee.
If you want the unseen world,
you are not living with your truth.
Both wishes are foolish,
but you’ll be forgiven for forgetting
that what you really want is
love’s confusing joy.
Rumi
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Sunday, May 31, 2009
erasure
I write, erase, rewrite,
erase again, and then
a poppy blooms.
Hokushi; his death poem (d. 1718).
The poem is built round a pun: the word 'erase' and the word 'poppy' are the same word, 'keshi', in Japanese. So the last line also means:
a flower is rubbed out
which is, of course, a pun in English.
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