Wednesday, April 02, 2008

cloud-carrier

you carry a stone gaze
on four feathers
you carry a stone high
on four leaves
using a polite or the familiar form
on a mountain of cups
refreshes the facade of kisses
waters the symmetrical souls
that drop from their left hands
into their right handed mouths
and gobble one another down without kid gloves
using the polite or the familiar form
on a mountain of cups
gives night to a day
that's dressed to the hilt
and that flies off with posh ears
and snowy shoes
to alight on the head of a star
that imitates the human voice

jean/hans arp, 1938, from arp - collected french writings, 1966.

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3 Comments:

Anonymous billy g said...

i like yr approach to poetry month, steve!

probably about time to pick through some of my more favorite volumes...

8:24 AM  
Blogger sroden said...

yes!

7:15 AM  
Blogger Woolgathersome said...

Lovely!!!

11:46 AM  

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