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from "2001 Dialogue Through Poetry Anthology"
MORELIA: DANCE OF THE GLOBES |
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IN MEMORIAM Upon the death of Zbigniew Herbert Perhaps while at a crossroad, from under the linden looking up at the wind in the wells of light, picking a crumb of a broken jar, half way through a word in a book densely written or in a thought still uncommitted, like the green angels on the autumn meadows gradually poets are dying |
The towers have separated from the naves and sing with the bells, leaving the blue-tiled dome in the earthly domain with people on the plaza lit only here and there by retreating sun: golden spikes on the gates, bubbling fountain sprays. People take over sun-warmed walls, benches, pavement stones. To the left a boy reclines with his wares filled with soap water. To the right a girl dances among globes of light; her heavy boots, her whirling skirt, her hands extend to the glowing spheres. Her father laughs and blows more soap bubbles. A toddler wobbles in the swirl of balls that whisper, twinkle, promise, and go. I wish I could stay, watch this picture on the square. But the towers have rejoined the cathedral and all the spheres are joining the blue shadow, and I have to leave this time and place with the feeling of slow-motion happiness of a small town square in long ago Poland on a sunny Sunday. |
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+++ with a face like a mourning shroud she came to collect shards of the jar scattered between time warped walls without a home to put them together into a life |
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