walking on the jewels of your silence
I saw the winter sky come down
enfolding a long-ago radiance.
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lost things, old gloves, old fans, pearl opera glasses
gazing on the moon; the clouds before the storm;
the autograph of God on all of it.
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the mermaid predictions, the future of snow
is this my future thought the smallest one
a pearl dissolving only on the surface of the seas.
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[to Isak Dinesen.
and to the word 'roseate'
to Poetry, itself, as it once was]
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here's a picture
in orange organza drinking my orangina
in an orange grove it could have been that way
in a garish color ad in National Geographic
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to Mr. Perry Cordill in praise of his painting, 'Papa Bear'
a popsicle bear shrilled the little girl
blue raspberry! where he slurped it in the grass
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to Stephen Crane and so many others
showboater, shilly shally
all I want to say:
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to my grandmother at Christmas, always
voice prints of the angels on the crystal air
remind me of your
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pure tangerine is the colour I would speak
irrepressible cherry, lemon-lime so lingering
from the jump rope times
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to Nadja Salerno-Sonnenberg, premier violinist
(sostenuto)
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