HIGH SOPHIA
My mother’s golden watercolor
of a corner by the porch
door – let us approach
this summer morning autumn splendor
as it was, & will be once again.
An open door in Hopkins
Minnesota spins
its Manitou of teeming pain
et vin (an infinite childhood);
Alighieri in Ravenna
summons high Sophia
in the guise of Beatrice... would
she still circumference all human
knowledge in her arms?
Beyond Hell’s harms
stands Boethius – Consolation
rhymes (decline & fall of Rome)
with Dante’s futurismo
(Roma onde Cristo
è Romano) – one bright sunlit home.
Paisans, turkeys, sheep draw near.
The meal c’est commencé.
Massasoit & Williams here play
host – what was a funeral pyre
unfolds to cornucopia.
The crux of natural law
is liberty’s Commedia –
all-human Earth joins Milky Way.
11.25.15
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