4.20.2018

domestic hellenism




REMBRANDT WORLD

Imagine a humble Rembrandt world
(domestic hellenism, say)
where everything is (replay,
rusty Super-8) revealed –

unsealed, familiar testament
wherein you were sown
amid Grant Wood corn
(Birthplace of Herbert Hoover), bent

beneath pewter thunderheads
like wheat long-planted
at a battlefield (wind-
harrowed silos, homesteads).

By the rude bridge that arched the flood
– the wordspan, carved against
despair (Grace hastens
with her furnace-lamp... slight lift of mood)

here once the embattled farmers stood
– measuring early earth,
where your Dream (4th
of J?) becomes flesh & blood

& fired the shot heard round the world.
Ariosto in Ferrara,
say – that avian eye
on tyranny (Limentani’s branded

heron-lid).  Poetry is resistance
against the Emperor
of pyramidal distemper;
Concord... Voronezh... (buoyant equivalence).

4.19.18

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