Tuesday, March 23, 2010

No Water







Every pore
on certain nights
shines
only that art— Thou


and each of us
awake
become awakened
too, imaginally

and contemplative
more and more
Steven’s necessary angel
like the old moon of yore

root upon itself
and of itself
participates again
in nature here

a way to live
the image held
like the god
or goddess

first beheld
a truth
not a human one
loosened in the seem

poetic
is the bridge between
what they said and did
nothing to imitate

no water
only
that art— Thou
shining

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No Water stephanie pope
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