Tuesday, July 22, 2014

poem || Lawrence Upton

A voice heard

for Patricia

All touch in placing; thinking phenomena;
a river whispering, to thrash out security --

Large quiet, an auditory lucidity,
surrounded by sorrow: hum and tongue --

He feels unwilling, followed by commercials;
following advertisements, a cortege.

He thinks perhaps that love might be
when Eurydice was left
in one of two minds

false doors each way

Only bizarre simulacra

Touch to take up gentleness, says Orpheus.
Amuse me, he whines.

No comments:

Post a Comment