poem: after telling
twin sisters hallflagrant endeavor
crowning princes right &
left behind the 8 ball,
django's liabilities on
the table, straining
the credulity of all
his charms, green
the shoulders rhymed
by the pleasures
of dissidence. this road
leads to dissipation
the prophetic mind
sarabande delineated
by costly relief:
afterrains, after
telling no one
of her fate, willing
the adamantine flavors
this coil, this
roundabout perseveration,
calmly mired, mirror seen
flowered shroud
withering.
Labels: eglantine
posted by murat11 at 7:57 AM
14 Comments:
This is a haunting poem. I like it, but I'm not sure what it's saying to me. It just makes me feel a little nostalgic and deliciously melancholy. The picture is great.
Teresa: I think you caught the feeling that's coming through. It's a wander, for sure: bringing back some the shards from yesterday's trip into the hill country and over to Pedernales Falls. Up Highway 281, there were a couple of signs for the Twin Sisters Hall, imbued somehow with just the right kind of melancholy . . .
Thanks for sharing your trip. Somehow I thought you were going for the whole weekend.
Yesterday my mom took me to see the play "Spinning into Butter" by Rebecca Gilman. It was funny and very thought-provoking. If you ever have a chance to read it or see it, I think you'd like it. That was part of her birthday present to me. I have one more year left, and then I will be old ;-)
telling no one her fate...loved this too: roundabout perseveration,
calmly mired. Sarabande Delineated brought me to Rick Barot - was that a hidden gem or did I get there by accident? Another addition to my Amazon wishlist now no matter how I got there. Hope you are having a wonderful long weekend. I was being beat up by a headache that I finally shook. Read this earlier but the headache fog was too strong to comment. Adamantine flavors - like that phrase. Wikipedia said brilliant light, reflective and transmitting properties. That would describe most of your poems I think.
PS Teresa - old is in your mind. Shake it off girl! Happy Birthday :)
Sister T: Ah yes, the Gemini girl. Old? Posh. I'm with Dee on that count - as, I know, are you. I will look for the RG play.
Feliz cumpleanos, hermana. Has the day passed, or is it coming?
Dee: Thought you had hit the road for the weekend: sorry to hear that the road hit you. Rick Barot weren't no hidden gem on my part, but from my read of one of his poems just now, he's definitely a gem worth finding and digging up. Enjoy this beautiful day. Countdown till Friday for you? (I've got to prepare myself for the ensuing writing avalanche from up Paris way!)
there are so many good lines in this one. Twin Sisters Hall reminds me of Childe's ballads - I can imagine some rape, murder, and resulting ghostly revenge from a place so named, and the last three lines reconnect with that haunted place. Django, ah. Sarabande began in disrepute and then became processional. Your poems always take me on a journey, and what I really enjoy about them is it's my journey. Your words provide a vehicle for my imagination, not necessarily to where another poet would insist I go.
hit the road for one day of shopping and eating with number one son. Too much calories and car time did me in but I'm better. 4 more days of packing and and husband meeting me at the door in the evening asking me how much more I will be bringing home LOL. Lovely rainy day today - wandering the blogosphere. How cool is it that I showed you a new poet (that you accidentally found LOL)
The day was Saturday. I am one year off the half century mark; hence, the feeling that I am in my last year of being young. I know that old is in the mind, and I have been teasing.
Such gracious words you offer, Richard. Mil gracias, amigo. I like the idea of multiple journeys through the same poem, and I am most happy that you are willing to go along on these road trips of mine.
Send that rain on down our way - it's too hot down here. Very cool to have new poets sent my way.
Don't hog that rain, though.
Teresa: Ah, JFK's birthday. Birthday, too, of one of the graduating poets whose poems I read in the Baccalaureate address. Friend's birthday today: she and Walt Whitman.
Happy Birthday Week! A day is never enufffff.
Girls and their mysterious world. From my view, at least.
Gosto de sua opinião sobre isso, Devil Mood.
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