Friday, August 28, 2009

Guillermo Juan Parra


"No spirit seek here rest." —Stephen Spender
Breath defines line length
As does notebook shape / size
Yesterday afternoon hearing
Archie Shepp play
full breath, rich-toned
saxophone chords
think language too
can do this /
make feeling evidence
sound can evil stanzas
As one sufferer said:
unto us denied blessings
Make characteristic failure
our tautness—a trance
"after Juan Sánchez Peláez"
If snow falls now
on a street without course
nor sign,
myriad shades inquire
from the foyer
if our errantry is fleeting,
will it last or not and they point toward
the actual path
always 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 at 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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