Sunday, August 15, 2010

In the Black Trees*

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Oxen of the Sun 384

Be like the son,
This man of wondrous art who,
Stricken with truth
Instead chooses desire for
A measure of life and is
Driven with dismay,
Laid down by the jaw the drunken church,
Fears to be alone,
Fears to live in his own body,
Chooses his words,
Departs with the fisherman,
In the midst of winter
Lives in destiny,
And is filled with dark intention.

*from "A Wave" by John Ashbery

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