Monday, March 18,2013
pale night's arrow
takes flight
from the fisherking's quiver
tense- all undone
-
full fathom five
my father lies
random po-mo
raiding random
quote sensibility then
silence-Silencio
He's become Kierkegaard
or Pisario in the bank
Once upon a time
an utterance
from the garden
so I sent him Alice
and Jefferson Airplane
the Dead
as if it wasn't cool enough
to rediscover how
all the worlds do shimmer
in the crucible of the lovers
ascent- then, my friend
to the tower, the tower
of Chartres, walk the labyrinth
the labyrinth beneath your feet
high and narrow is the gothic
the stones ancient and each
stone in its place descend with caution
ventricles are beating
geographics hang like relics
let memory speak then
take relics from this city-
a City of the Heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
memory speaks, good one, thanks.