Anthony Blackwood

Anthony Blackwood Poems

1. The Centipede 12/29/2004
2. The Marble Virgin 12/29/2004

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The Marble Virgin

Sprouting from a carpet of the lion’s flower,
Her grainy eyes droop and grieve,
For a child dead, stone white and cold,
Swaddled in her marble arms.

The moss grows in the scrolls of her shawl,
Green-black and sponged coarsely across
The nape of her neck and cowling in a halo
About the blanched oval of her face.

Day after day she stands in the cruel circlet
Of Julius’ sun, besieged by the muddy
Swale that grows her flowers while gnawing
At her bare and weary feet.

The rooks all perch and stare at the lady
Who does not stir, motionless for...

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