September 02, 2008

INTERVAL

 

                meanwhile a given fall          sheer challis    

 

                                in red waver                    as day goes            

 

                slant in vowels

 

                said            and tall-backed chairs                  

 

                a walled opacity        weak-windowed at

 

                the hour of him         pale and bluish under
                

 

                all and wrapped         in weeds                the smell of

 

                                        graves on him and thick water

 

                the rest                night-cleft             torn            that other

 

                door a rift

 

                where are the nouns      she asked      and all the words for clouds

 

                then she turned toward the red division blurred as if chalked

 

                                —horizon marking muddled dusk

 

                        from footfall written

 

—Sharon Osmond

Posted by dwaber at 06:02 PM