can knowledge break
before the suffocating down
godhead and the
march of history
mean nothing to her
but soft and hidden breast
under which beats the strange heart:
this is manna
black eye rimmed with gold
fixed on her alone
on her! merely
the knowing is in it
and the need
for a breath
the great bird
bows his head to greatness
2 comments:
trying something new -- too derivative? too impersonal? (is anything ever really impersonal?)
I LOVED this poem - especially as a piece inspired by Yates'. Bravo! Absolutely fantastic - especially that last stanza and the last line. Lovely, lovely, lovely!
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