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“130.1”
Companion, marvel at the self:
absorb the sea,
an exercise in power.
The song’s spirit
composes, creates
non-human artifact,
a radical maker.
This is why power
represents a union
of blessed rage
and chaos. The
seascape
resists a world beyond
the end; the face of truth
is all skyscapes.
Imagine
the possibility: seduced
by song, forget need.
Deborah Miranda
[If you can guess which publication my erasure poem comes from, I'll send you a surprise in the mail! - dm]
"In Perspective"
Stretch across the fringes,
draw over Europe, America,
the Mountain range
of migrating swallows.
Neither better nor different,
rising swiftly
to the horizon.
No tilted tabletops
out of sight or anything.
Some fiercely loyal, others
find variety.
don't follow national
boundaries.
boundaries.
Margo Solod
Poetry, and a puzzle also? Count me in. Is it from "Wallace Stevens's Point of View," by Joshua Kotin in PMLA?
ReplyDeleteAnd we have a winner! Spencer, email me your snail mail (deborah dot a dot miranda at gmail dot com) and you will receive your reward.
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