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|
|20.||Sound and Structure||9/24/2016|
|26.||An Emphasis Falls On Reality||9/24/2016|
|27.||Wild Gardens Overlooked by Night Lights||9/24/2016|
|29.||The Screen of Distance||3/31/2016|
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The Screen of Distance
On a wall shadowed by lights from the distance
is the screen. Icons come to it dressed in capes
and their eyes reflect the journeys their nomadic
eyes reach from level earth. Narratives are in
the room where the screen waits suspended like
the frame of a girder the worker will place upon
an axis and thus make a frame which he fills with
a plot or a quarter inch of poetry to encourage
nature into his building and the tree leaning
against it, the tree casting language upon the screen.
The telephone is Flaubert's ...
A Way of Being
There we go in cars, did you guess we wore sandals?
Carrying the till, memorizing its numbers,
apt at the essential such as rearranging
languages. They occur from route to route
like savages who wear shells.
"I cannot place him." Yet I do.
He must ascend indefinitely as airs
he must regard his image as plastic,