Saturday, November 28, 2009

Guillermo Juan Parra

No spirit seek rest here
-Steven Spender
Breath defines length of line
As does notebook shape/size
Yesterday afternoon hearing
Archie Shepp play
full breathe, rich-toned
saxophone chords
I think language can do
this too/
to make feeling evident
sound with evil stanzas
As one sufferer said:
unto us blessings are denied
Making some characteristic failure
our tautness - a trance
after Juan Sanchez Pelaez
If snow falls now
on a street without course
nor sign,
myriad shades inquire,
from the foyer,
if our entry is fleeting;
will it last or not.
And they point toward
the actual path,
always being attentive
or dressed in night cloth.
from what north or south,
from what east or west,
these prompt shadows arrive
or amble
through fields
in stables and cottages,
no one knows
save through a dusk's thin beam,
when we can glimpse the absent
when our big hands
talking alone
open toward the other cold.

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