'And The Daylight Separated The Mad Boy From His Shadow' - Cancion For Garcia Lorca Poem by Warren Falcon

'And The Daylight Separated The Mad Boy From His Shadow' - Cancion For Garcia Lorca

for M
the blurs
'everything is descending,
even the scholarship of the
ancient adverbs'
process of seeing

crease from
eyebrow
to temple

into hairline
crease from
too narrow
sense

O see (sings
eyes)
how
diminutive
Golondrina (swallow)
dimming

dips
lands
alights
little feet

wires
talons
of tin

standard
paramount
in the jardin

blue walls the
infolded cloak
of the Virgin

A task for daylight -
separating mad boys from
shadows -
an un-ordinary one

'shrugs its
shoulders like a girl.'

An ordinary gesture
the mad boys may
be taken into arms
or dressed in strange
garb maybe all in the
gesture beyond
ordinary remains
remains
always becoming
image such as are
a gesture's embrace
bruised

dressings
undressings
ventures for affection.
But from whom?

The mad boy
writes feeble colors
for love

the halt the lame
the mute which
within around
which intends
bends distorts
(in your glass
case) twists
takes traps light
to separate
the mad world
from shadow


Both
we are
contortionists

thus take our
place with clowns who
know tomatoes thrown
and juggler's (bare necked)
necessary concentration

You are the maestro here
whom I trail behind at respectful

distance

murdered by the too ordinary
controllers

So long

So long

to image
to suffer on dear
bruised M the
void of course

o bring me
beauty no matter
how terrible

created by His
own opening
which makes
Him forever
'a pomegranate
biggish
and green'

a girl

You, dear, will read
of my heterosexual shadow

a great lover who serenades
her in the terrible contradiction

of the moon caught
in bare tree limbs/strophes

just outside Her window
the fool below in rouge

head hung, singing

O hurt

heart's tin can tied
to belt loop behind
of his ragged pants

pants
waits

to be filled with
whatever flows

in the dirty lane
he leans his
love against

*

Imagine
this asterisk
which contains an aster

yet a rose it transforms
again because it can
because

Lorca

has willed it obediently into being
letter by letter, petal by petal
bee kissed by brazen bees
a clutch of stamens
assassin's ink
out flowing

*


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The first quotation is by Richard Tagett, from 'Triptych For Believers'. All other quotes are lines from the poetry Federico Garcia Lorca.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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