1/08/2012

New York 1978

Opede

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In silhouette full

New York 1978

future stands,

Hollow, rooted deep,

In human grief.

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Here lay tomorrow,

Fragile as the unborn soul

Within each someone waiting.

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Tradition,

Life's inevitable repetition,

There in pieces

Forming shadows past,

Ready to build once more

With your spirit Opede -

An ashen bird rising

At dawn to day,

a fragment of love

Sometimes whole,

Chained to final link

present.

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(Opede, I was once told, is a town in France destroyed in World War Ii.

The town was later reinhabited and rebuilt by refugees.)

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Esperanza

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Besieged personalities.

Favored essences.

Light transparent not.

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Witness to the light and splendor was she.

Before fame that she bore.

Became shame that she wore.

Mixed with Truth.

Bitter harmony.

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Wise man make a vision.

Out of darkness's spite.

Wise man make provision.

Lest heaven pierce gloom's night.

And like some faded Greek tale.

Wears a mask that fits all too easily.

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There comes a point when all the art.

Is nothing more than anger.

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To this less than all too mortal world.

A final scene is written.

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And Esperanza speaks.

No. Esperanza weeps.

For the sorrow that he brought.

For the morrow that he wrought.

False idols to did he pray?

Gone now. Shattered clay.

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( It is said on the night of his mother's death; Oscar Wilde had a vision of her

in his jail cell. I take poetic license with her pen name Speranza and add an E.

The Spanish word esperanza translates as expectancy and or hope.)

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Innisfree

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In Innisfree upon the lake

Frosted in morning haze

There hides a shrine on magic isle

That misses the gaze of day.

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In temple forgotten by time

An old incommunicable abides

While gradually it sits

In calm and stately decay

Beneath faded gilt tiles of clay.

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No lock bars the doors

Ready to open wide

No someone but self

Can look inside to see

A incommunicable true here reside

And touch a formless majesty.

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Wherein doth lie

A sacred orb of light.

A town set firm and right.

By creator's quest

in search for inner sight.

Amid the threads

Of mortal tapestry.

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(At a inevitable angle and with inevitable light and low lying clouds, I saw magic

one day as I viewed the tops of three buildings in uptown Manhattan from

a sixteenth story window. The Golden Boy on top of the old Att building

mixed with the wedding cake and gilt statues of the Municipal Services Building

along with the temple seeing top of the old Federal Court Building. They all seemed

to be floating on an island cloud and I was reminded of some lines by Yeats.)

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