[lit-ideas] Re: SUNDAY POEM
- From: david savory <dsavory@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Tue, 3 Aug 2004 18:30:54 -0700
from The Homestead Called Damascus
by Kenneth Rexroth
Heaven is full of definite stars
And crowded with modest angels, robed
In tubular, neuter folds of pink and blue.
Their feet tread doubtless on that utter
Hollowness, with never a question
Of the "ineluctable modality"
Of the invisible; busy, orderly,
Content to ignore the coal pockets
In the galaxy, dark nebulae,
And black broken windows into space.
Youthful minds may fret infinity,
Moistly dishevelled, poking in odd
Corners for unsampled vocations
Of the spirit, while the flesh is strong.
Experience sinks its roots in space-
Euclidean, warped, or otherwise.
The will constructs rhomboids, nonagons,
And paragons in time to suit each taste.
Or, if not the will, then circumstance.
History demands satisfaction,
And never lacks, with or without help
From the subjects of its curious science.
A dam of hibiscus
We rode waves from Heaven
that echoed through wireless squalors
and shook veins at a ruffled horizon
where the Earth-bound yearned to be stung.
They cowered in dreary casinoes
where they opened with Pascals' wager
and haggled with middle managers in greyish cassocks
so they could moulder alone in their dismal keyholes.
Now they oar with us
from void to void
through a violet light.
David Savory
callow poetaster
Vancouver
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