Poetics and Poetry Discussion
(10/25/2013 1:21:00 PM)
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For Haydee Lange
The garden gate is opened
as easily as a turned page
questioned by a regular devotion
and once inside, our gazes
have no need to fix on objects
that already exist completely in memory.
I am familiar with the customs and the souls
and that dialectic of allusions
which any gathering of humans weaves.
I need not speak
nor claim false privileges;
those who surround me here know me well,
know well my afflictions and my weakness.
That is to attain the highest thing,
what will perhaps be given us by heaven:
not veneration or victories,
but simply to be accepted
as part of an undeniable Reality,
like stones and trees.
Comment of the Day
- Bronte Society Creative Competition
Closing date: 31st January,2015.
Prizes: each category, £500, £250 and £100.
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