Carl Rakosi

In What Sense I Am I - Poem by Carl Rakosi

In what sense
I am I
a minor observer
as in a dream
absorbed in the interior,

a beardless youth
remote yet present
at the action
reminding me faintly
of Prufrock. . . .
a diminutive figure
barely discernible
seemingly ageless
escapes me.

The original impulse
to sing
into one exultant note
breaks out
of the chest-space,
vibrating along
the shoulders
in the presence
of full-bodied
the eyes dark
in the inner scene,
the hair long
and black,
our dark lady,
inmate of courtship.

She does not speak.
She is nameless.
The reason for her
presence there
is unknown.

A shepherd,
vaguely associated,
at a distance
a birch tree,
playing a flute.
streams across. . . .
from the balance
and the position
of each,
it issues.

Neither moves.
The scene
is not matter
that can pall
or diminish.
Its secret holds
as fast as I.

As in Giorgione
the suspense
is eternal.

Comments about In What Sense I Am I by Carl Rakosi

  • Susan Williams (2/10/2016 11:44:00 PM)

    It is like he paints scenery for a play that will be performed but the scenes and references do not cohere. I am not at all sure what this poem is about- but it is about a human soul that seems to exist in the real world but also sidesteps into a dream state. Is the woman a muse or interior paramour, trapped.? (Report) Reply

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  • Kim Barney (2/10/2016 9:05:00 AM)

    Fascinating poem as if looking into someone else's dream. (Report) Reply

  • (2/10/2016 5:13:00 AM)

    A wonderful poem with rhyme and intriguing as also thought provoking too. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/10/2016 3:17:00 AM)

    A minor observer! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 26, 2015

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