Spring (revisited)
after Edna St Vincent Millay
beauty is not enough
returning and repurposing
opening stickily
you can no longer quiet me
with the redness of leaves
I know what I know
sun on my neck
spikes of the crocus
the earth’s good smell
life is an empty cup
a flight of uncarpeted stairs
it’s not enough
to come down this hill
babbling
strewing flowers
I know what I know
Last poem in the series "Five Ways with Edna St Vincent Millay"
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Showing posts with label redaction. Show all posts
Monday, December 5, 2016
Magdalena Ball #21: Spring (revisited)
Labels:
Edna St. Vincent Millay,
erasure,
redaction
Saturday, November 26, 2016
Magdalena Ball #12: Time does not bring relief (revisited)
Time does not bring relief (revisited)
after Edna St Vincent Millay
time does not bring
the weeping of rain
the shrinking
of tide
old snows melt
every mountain-side
last year’s leaves
smoke in every lane
there is no memory
here
Fourth poem in the series Five Ways with Edna St Vincent Millay
after Edna St Vincent Millay
time does not bring
the weeping of rain
the shrinking
of tide
old snows melt
every mountain-side
last year’s leaves
smoke in every lane
there is no memory
here
Fourth poem in the series Five Ways with Edna St Vincent Millay
Labels:
condensation,
Edna St. Vincent Millay,
erasure,
redaction
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Magdalena Ball #6: Dirge Without Music (Revisited)
Dirge Without Music (Revisited)
After Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am not resigned to
hard ground
beyond memory or record
into the darkness
wise, lovely
lilies and laurels
I am not
the earth
resigned to darkness
dull, indiscriminate dust
what you felt, you knew
a formula a phrase
lost
the honest look
your eyes
feed the roses
fragrant blossom
indiscriminate dust
do not approve
into the darkness
gently, quietly
I know
lilies and laurels
am not
resigned.
(might be part 2 of an Edna series - tentatively: “Five ways with Edna St. Vincent Millay")
After Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am not resigned to
hard ground
beyond memory or record
into the darkness
wise, lovely
lilies and laurels
I am not
the earth
resigned to darkness
dull, indiscriminate dust
what you felt, you knew
a formula a phrase
lost
the honest look
your eyes
feed the roses
fragrant blossom
indiscriminate dust
do not approve
into the darkness
gently, quietly
I know
lilies and laurels
am not
resigned.
(might be part 2 of an Edna series - tentatively: “Five ways with Edna St. Vincent Millay")
Labels:
Edna St. Vincent Millay,
erasure,
redaction,
remix
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