9.30.2016

the love that draws the sun & the other galaxies



IRIS-TURTLE

The curve of the river twines the curve
of the path, they skip together
downstream.  Warm autumn weather
clears the mind a little (light mauve

asters nodding under cottonwoods).
The poem’s woven trace
catches the vif, the grace
of movement – Berkeley’s moods

in Paradise (Newport)... his eyes
commingling a million
threads beneath the sun
into a massive sky-warp of surprise –

Daphne’s comb or seaweed wave
of tears (the patient laurel
lifts gnarled arms from Hell
into the marrow of yawning grave).

The living mind, the raven-shadow
of Platonic iris-turtle... Venn
diagram or madrigal (ken
you my mosey-keening yet?) – below

the longing of the galaxies,
their milky sarabande –
a spectrum of star-sand,
poured from hand to hand.  He’s

just daydreaming of Marina now
(sea-daughter, blithe naiad
of Taurida) – be glad
you’ve followed his light-dancing prow.

9.30.16 

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