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Elegy: In Coherent Light

Rating: 4.8

Teach-cheap, teach-cheap, teach-cheap, teach-cheap—
Sparrows are plying their chisels in the summer ivy,
Chipping the seconds spark by spark out of the hours.
I read in each whistling chip the sun's holography.
My brain's a film, I'm made of timed exposures,
And pounding my ears and eyes with waves of light—
These animate flakes, these pictures I call sight.

But now you're out of the picture, no one can keep
Coherent sightings of you, except in language.
All the warm rhetoric is wrong. Death isn't sleep.
Faith in eternal love is love's indulgence.
I prize what you wrote and meet you in what I write.
We still keep house in a living tenement of words.
Pull down their walls of ivy, and you kill the birds.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In memory of two English poets, Matt Simpson and Michael Murphy, d. 2009
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 21 December 2015

I think this may well be the best piece of poetry I have ever read. Even Shakespeare would have bowed down to her. Words set our hearts and minds and souls on wing.

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 30 August 2014

well composed sad poem well penned

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