Bill Knott

(1940 - 2014 / Carson City, Michigan)

Compact Dusk - Poem by Bill Knott

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Here at the height of the day night change
The color of the sky is uncertain,
The sky depending in which direction
One's eye strains, each of its swatches a strange

Hue which dies too soon and which makes this hour
Linger in the mind transient as a life,
Whose names once known remain another
Posied-up portrait on our palette knife.

Until even I wonder if one tint
Ever survives the harm of seeming unique
(Evening's intrigue, time's singularity.)

Study for its trace, its placemap, I see
— Redundant as a stopsign in italic—
The face on which my profile leaves no print.


Comments about Compact Dusk by Bill Knott

  • (8/2/2008 10:19:00 AM)


    Compact Dusk, compact masterful language, too. 'I wonder if one tint/ ever survives the harm of seeming unique' - the word 'harm'
    and words: 'Posied-up portrait on our palette knife'
    'Redundant as a stopsign in italic'
    a perfect last line: 'The face on which my profile leaves no print'

    I love the third stanza and the title.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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