Barbara Guest Poems
|4.||A Way of Being||3/31/2016|
|6.||Dissonance Royal Traveller||3/31/2016|
|7.||Eating Chocolate Ice Cream: Reading Mayakovsky||3/31/2016|
|14.||Santa Fe Trail||3/31/2016|
|15.||The Blue Stairs||3/31/2016|
|16.||The Screen of Distance||3/31/2016|
|21.||Sound and Structure||9/24/2016|
|27.||Wild Gardens Overlooked by Night Lights||9/24/2016|
|28.||An Emphasis Falls On Reality||9/24/2016|
Comments about Barbara Guest
The simple contact with a wooden spoon and the word
recovered itself, began to spread as grass, forced
as it lay sprawling to consider the monument where
patience looked at grief, where warfare ceased
eyes curled outside themes to search the paper
now gleaming and potent, wise and resilient, word
entered its continent eager to find another as
capable as a thorn. The nearest possession would
house them both, they being then two might glide
into this house and presently create a rather larger
mansion filled with spoons and condiments, ...
The form of the poem subsided, it enters another poem.
A witness was found for the markings inscribed upside-down.
It might have been a celebration, so strong the presence
of the poem. The sky sinks slowly inside the past.