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Beyond Leucadia


E. Tracy Grinnell

 

There—

I put myself well

at ease

 

that the abstract,

dreams are also

limited

 

for me who the concrete

the real

 

what can I do?

in the narrow mirror

showing the part for all?

 

 

 

disparate         temperate

fraction

troubled into revelations

 

confusing a halo for scattered light

 

refusing my knocking against the walls

 

against windowpanes

 

in the darkest night

 

from heights I can’t imagine                  so I

 

drift into ether’s

                  web

 

 

 

Helen, i



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endeavor

your endeavor

a city is a merciless one          farewell, dear City

I am him     and he                     o, reckless landscape

 

sufficing

against me

 

 

 

waiting to see clearly

There— to tempt myself

and then

to struggle

 

 

 

     the entry to Hell fills me

         

                         with

                            hope



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Who feels herself here     to be armed

would be the most vain words

 

Who cannot enforce it

 

what is cruel, is cruel

 

it that is whatnot

it that cries out

it flies at

it makes

it masks

it marries

it shoulders

it shuns

it must

it will

it can

it won’t

it can’t

it will

it goes

it rings

it dares

it dies

it carries it

it weaves

it, that is

 

 

would not be that

so           outward in the empty

open place?

 

It is false. it is little. But it works the eye


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from inside

         See

 

I had no air

I thought of your face

but I could not come to

 

 

what is it

that you

assault it

         til its gone?

 

 

mine is the unlit space

that I love


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I love

in order to kill these sentiments

how these years look

already

changing by the hour

 

                  what is important

                  whose life?


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so         amused, indiscreet, Brutal

under rapture of my soul

There—

ill-advised—

attentions revise themselves

or go to sleep

 

Upon the others

 

what happens

Upon this body?