Monday, November 14, 2005

While you were out ...

You,
You at night and you in the sun,
You, farther than the pylons that walk, charged with light, across
the fields of wheat and vanish through the hills,
You, invincible to change, and vulnerable to every wind that
breathes upon these singing wires,
You, and the clouds above the wires, and the sky above the hills,

Yes, you,
Everywhere you, driving, laughing, arranging the day, efficient
at the desk and brisk across the phone,
Telegrams and you cocktails and you,
You and the image in the glass, and the knock at the door, then
the second image, and the embrace, the kiss,
You, yes,
You beneath the sculptured slab and raised mound, lost with the
echo of Handel among cathedral beams--

You,
And all of the things that the world ignores, all of the things that
the world has forgotten or never known,
You and the glow-worm, you and the rainbow, and the desert
mirage, and the Northern Lights,
You, the footstep, you, the drumbeat and the dance, you, the
trigger, the bullet, the target, and the shield.


-- Kenneth Fearing, "Dance of the Mirrors"

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