The Artist
For Robinson Jeffers
In renunciation
of such anointment as poem
or any other spire less art form,
because every shape it takes, be it
word, paint, clay or by stone, play, ballet or song
defines itself by what venue it has chosen
and, thereby, can be nothing else…
So I proceed, expressionless,
without words
and in the first person, singularly,
through such expressive poetry
as a life, lived, simply for the moment…
John Tansey Undated
Copyright ©2007 John Thomas Tansey
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