Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Stupendous Grace


To them who chucked the reins
They gave their names to
Second blooms to
Believing they were somewhere
Somewhere where love’s there and love is a word
So particular it has no meaning so
Spectacular it rests alone apart from
Blind grieving to them who thought
They had their whole life before them
And then astonished that they did (where did it go?)
I said to try to read before the street
The castle the car lagging linked
Lurches before the short crowd touching
A small, blue afternoon sky.
Are not the backward angels waiting, waiting in
Coats and glasses - reading lists of
Countries, kingdoms where the blind touch
Fingers feeling for polyphemus, the king?

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