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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415087" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Five Poems From “Helen: A Revision”</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing is known about Helen but her voice<br>Strange glittering sparks<br>Lighting no fires but what is reechoed<br>Rechorded, set on the icy sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All history is one, as all the North Pole is one<br>Magnetic, music to play with, ice<br>That has had to do with vision<br>And each one of us, naked.<br>Partners. Naked.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Helen: A Revision<br>ZEUS: It is to be assumed that I do not exist while most people in the vision assume that I do exist. This is to be one of the extents of meaning between the players and the audience. I have to talk like this because I am the lord of both kinds of sky—and I don't mean your sky and their sky because they are signs, I mean the bright sky and the burning sky. I have no intention of showing you my limits. The players in this poem are players. They have taken their parts not to deceive you [or me for that matter] but because they have been paid in love or coin to be players. I have known for a long time that there is not a fourth wall in a play. I am called Zeus and I know this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERSITES: [Running out on the construction of the stage.] The fourth wall is not as important as you think it is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ZEUS: [Disturbed but carrying it off like a good Master of Ceremonial.] Thersites is involuntary. [He puts his arm around him.] I could not play a part if I were not a player.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERSITES: Reveal yourself to me and don't pretend that there are people watching you. I am alone on the stage with you. Tell me the plot of the play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ZEUS: [Standing away.] Don't try to talk if you don't have to. You must admit there is no audience. Everything is done for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERSITES: Stop repeating yourself. You old motherfucker. Your skies are bad enough. [He looks to the ground.] A parody is better than a pun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ZEUS: I do not understand your language.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[They are silent together for a moment and then the curtain drops.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>* * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if he dies on this road throw wild blackberries at his ghost<br>And if he doesn't, and he won't, hope the cost<br>Hope the cost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the tenor of the what meets the why at the edge<br>Like a backwards image of each terror's lodge<br>Each terror's lodge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if he cries put his heart out with a lantern's goat<br>Where they say all passages to pay the debt<br>The lighted yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>* * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The focus sing<br>Is not their business. Their backs lay<br>By not altogether being there.<br>Here and there in swamps and villages.<br>How doth the silly crocodile<br>Amuse the Muse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in the skyey march of flesh<br>That boundary line where no body is<br>Preserve us, lord, from aches and harms<br>And bring my death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Both air and water rattle there<br>And mud and fire<br>Preserve us, lord, from what would share a shroud<br>and bring my death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A vagrant bird flies to the glossy limbs<br>The battlefield has harms. The trees have half<br>Their branches shot away. Preserve us, lord<br>From hair and mud and flesh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jack+Spicer">Jack Spicer</a><div class=q>
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Strange glittering sparks
Lighting no fires but what is reechoed
Rechorded, set on the icy sea.

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Magnetic, music to play with, ice
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