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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Evocation of River and Spirits</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">in this city</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to guess </div><div style="margin:10px 0">having no acumen with <br>numbers and math but <br>father's over there <br>in the cup tilted<br>over<br>spilling into</div><div style="margin:10px 0">o endlessly<br>it's seams </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it seems<br>from river bank<br>into memory which<br>is - already<br>over-said<br>overheard redundantly<br>as 'river<br>and time' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">- this one<br>now recalled<br>to Mind, dad </div><div style="margin:10px 0">dad<br>the cloud drift<br>and the flows<br>the tides beside<br>the city<br>(both sides) <br>is as ancient<br>as it always was<br>& is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as in the beginning<br>was darkness over deep<br>water & a word, any word<br>really would do it, <br>form something<br>out of deep, of<br>dark, of water<br>which shapes it-<br>self only by outer<br>circumstance, <br>in this case<br>a word<br>leading up to<br>this -</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Palisades cliffs<br>above bridge tilt</div><div style="margin:10px 0">toward, always, <br>currents, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the river<br>over-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">flows north-<br>wards</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tides rare defy-<br>ing the moon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that other pull, <br>you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">live the other<br>side of</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sand<br>the palm sewn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">swaying adhered<br>to Mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">still, to pass the<br>time now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sooty hand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">over black<br>'mouth'<br>or word<br>allude perhaps<br>to river's at<br>city's start<br>up from water</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the silver bay<br>capped, remembering<br>frigates</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x countless</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ferries torn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and Tories be-<br>tween seas<br>wars<br>vast to<br>the east</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x duplicating</div><div style="margin:10px 0">waves, stretches<br>the narrows, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the necks with<br>rocks strewn, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the lonely buoyless<br>waves over depths</div><div style="margin:10px 0">their vespers<br>intone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">once was laughter<br>spent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">seeking out<br>between bodies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">continents<br>valleys eternally</div><div style="margin:10px 0">shifting eluding<br>rapture</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">whisper</div><div style="margin:10px 0">contraction<br>of sentinel<br>bells against<br>each of each<br>reaching</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 2, the clappers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 20,000</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(of bells<br>anatomy there<br>is much to<br>say<br>(of the<br>elements, <br>zinc, copper, <br>tin, & more<br>while not for-<br>getting brass<br>more commonly<br>used) <br>of infusion<br>into cuppolas</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the beating<br>the shaping<br>heat also to<br>be given account<br>amounts much into<br>bells conformed<br>gracefully out<br>in the end, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but only<br>as metal, <br>sharp tongues<br>blunted can of<br>bells then speak</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tonally only</div><div style="margin:10px 0">overtones inviolate</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in violent swings<br>side to side the<br>hard knock shocks<br>into, quake into<br>belfry beyond<br>dance of iron<br>bronze overtaking<br>&<br>annunciant round<br>of hammers) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so many dawns</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x so many goings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">down of the sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>x fortune the lips</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x myriad ones gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">before of murmurers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O lover</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of thee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I adore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in timbre</div><div style="margin:10px 0">thru the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">window rings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the arms too</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wring out</div><div style="margin:10px 0">breath to</div><div style="margin:10px 0">breath</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x no more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">embraces</div><div style="margin:10px 0">into indolence</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This, just to<br>reintroduce some<br>levity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for we (loves) <br>were many day-ed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x merry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we merrily played<br>harming no one, <br>not even the<br>mouse unmoved</div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps, watching<br>perhaps, still, <br>still, from beneath<br>the god you insisted<br>be excluded from<br>all our nakedness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 1 too many breaths</div><div style="margin:10px 0">exchanged, groped</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x many ropes all our</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wanting</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>father loves<br>with his cup<br>his pipe songs<br>of love<br>of love will he<br>dance between<br>the violent fasts<br>from love, <br>our mother, <br>with, <br>fast around around<br>& around the danced<br>living room<br>phonograph brass<br>loud plays<br>where June<br>curtains sway<br>me and Mr. Miller</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stand behind<br>them the curtained<br>dancer entranced<br>entered into/<br>upon a mystery<br>how one could<br>be so, well, <br>swell, so<br>marvelous &<br>so cruel, (upon<br>one silver stem<br>hangs the metal<br>tin top jags<br>tears at<br>memory edge<br>opens facts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">FACT</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that there was love, <br>there was love after<br>all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can see<br>it smell it<br>feel it there<br>dancing round<br>the living</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one dropp Mr.<br>Maxwell holds, <br>hold on to &<br>upon goodness<br>brown pulled<br>from below down<br>& dark into deep<br>such this is<br>the riddle it is<br>all now become<br>since you<br>departed, love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">since you<br>departed I shall<br>count backward by<br>3's then by 4's<br>these father<br>memories<br>torquing<br>the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">door which once<br>embraced you now<br>never lets you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x brooms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or releases</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now you, love<br>are new memory<br>hands emptier<br>sensitive finger-<br>tips filligreed<br>prints your<br>body hairs<br>sifted imprinted<br>touching softly<br>x all the x's<br>here accounted<br>for, listed, <br>besos as kisses<br>scribbles, notes, <br>letters, <br>no matter<br>the black or<br>blue tide</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of thee<br>O lover</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what<br>slips out<br>ebbs black<br>back into lapis</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lapses into what<br>self is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">uttered/poured, <br>scored trans-<br>parent upon<br>surfaces</div><div style="margin:10px 0">faces which are<br>even<br>eyes which now<br>glaze with love/<br>loss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">beside the flue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">glaze upon the<br>pane</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the black<br>mouse remains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">stays, <br>is many, <br>a multitude<br>of petals</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 3</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the jasmine<br>unspurned<br>at last</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at last/least<br>O return<br>soft Junes<br>the lips of<br>which are<br>sometimes<br>pink, of<br>lavender<br>swollen, as if<br>to kiss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x Maxwell the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">house the cup<br>O Mr. Miller<br>an O'Day serenade<br>plays close<br>...'Hi ho trailus<br>boot whip<br>boo boo daddy<br>floy floy'...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the late night<br>suppers of chops<br>the peeled onions<br>the laughter the<br>potatoes boil<br>& bubble in the<br>pot then<br>father<br>to dance<br>the butter in<br>the sizzle in<br>the cast iron<br>pan</div><div style="margin:10px 0">their vespers<br>now descant, <br>descend<br>...'How high<br>the ocean, how<br>high the moon...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>hungry<br>the<br>dish it has<br>all become<br>feast for<br>black 'mouth'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">& mouse makes again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 3 the antinomies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a string</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of pearls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">anemones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">& thee O lover</div><div style="margin:10px 0">bring all them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">back, so many, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to me now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x Pennsylvania 6-500.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a><div class=q>
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to guess 

having no acumen with 
numbers and math but 
father's over there 
in the cup tilted
over
spilling into

o endlessly
it's seams 

it seems
from river bank
into memory which
is - already
over-said
overheard redundantly
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