Sunday, May 22, 2011

From The Prefiguration

Of Light.....




after snow
forsythia
bloom against
a white fence

no luck left
only
a memory
of a child

behind
his
attic
window
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Come
scatter
the garden's
blossoms

on the hill
above
the beach!
an old man

under
an umbrella
lies toward
water

where a ship
sails out
beyond
a cliff.
______________________________

Taking
the train
back to Brooklyn-

thinking
always day
posits
your intent

in the
renewing
as in
the old-

my loneliness
greets
a friendly
world

even
the painted
sign
on a factory

wall:
House
of the
Dairymaid.
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Nothing so good
as this thought
of green under light
wherein branch

over branch against
sun moves toward
its green under
a guise of light

2 comments:

  1. Claudia,

    the forsythia beautifully complements the child in your father's poem.

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  2. Conrad,
    Yes, I thought so too - the little girl is my daughter, Gwendolyn.

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