art hag

Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while
I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village,
downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I’ve been up
all night, talking, talking, reading the Kaddish aloud,
listening to Ray Charles blues shout blind on the
phonograph
the rhythm the
rhythm – and your memory in my head three
years after – And read Adonais’ last triumphant stanzas
aloud – wept, realizing how we suffer –
And how Death is that remedy all singers dream of, sing,
remember, prophesy as in the Hebrew Andthem, or the
Buddhist Book of Answers – and in my own imagination of
a withered leaf – at dawn –
Dreaming back thru life, Your Time – and mine accelerating
toward Apocalypse,
the final moment – the flower burning in the Day – and what
comes after..

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~ by artmalikwolf on December 7, 2009.

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