from the 2nd chapter of Grassblade Light, "Letters to Elena":
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Pushkin's catgut stretches taut
across the wood. From here to there
it's a walking game (your
move, Beatrice). Astigmatism taught
you better than they knew : Jerusalem
both here and there. Many thousand gone,
one just begun, my Lord. Is just begun.
Body and soul, tourist-pilgrim,
heart-mind, lover-beloved,
promise-desire, shroud-ark...
Elena, nightmares of the shark
will never shake your silhouetted
chariot's erratic circuits over Venice
(like a spiral J at sunset). East
to west. Human-beast,
animal-flower, water-stone. Finis.
And a wave-curve emerges
continuously out of these
reflections as
the blurred eye sees
and the blind eyes feel
and in the adjacent niche
the icon's eyes reach
forward toward you... seal
that endless enigma of longing
sin remorse and imperfection.
All is resurrection now – and
a slow walk toward spring.
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[note: human-beast, animal-flower, etc., and the "circuits over Venice", refer to 3 famous Shvarts poems, "Elegy on the Cardinal Points", "Animal-Flower", and "The Virgin Rides on Venice, and I on Her Back", available in English in the Bloodaxe selection of her work, Paradise.)
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