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April 17, 2008
Definitely Cayo Hueso
While the previous poem certainly fits into the geographical category of Cayo Hueso, there is some question about its thematic link. Not so here.
Vision
i
Learn to see again, open
eyes and let the light vanquish.ii
It is darkness that trains the eye
to be thankful for the light,
because in the darkness the eye will
see things of its own invention--
spots of yellow light, a greater
darkness crawling across the less,
spidery veins of blue, of milky light
that does not focus. Light shine comes
as relief to the eye straining to make real.iii
Sometimes, as I lay in bed at night,
I practice seeing through my eyelids.
In that imperfect dark I can make
out every contour of the bed frame,
the dresser, the armoire. No eye
could see better in any light,
dark-sight sees the real contours
of unreal things.iv
The eye of the giant squid is as large
as a dinner plate. In the deep , cold
waters, even with its massive eye,
the squid becomes calimari for the sperm whale.
An untitled piece, this morning broken apart from the titled piece that follows it.
[untitled]
The perpetually shifting balance
of the egret prowling the hedge-tops
in search of food. What wonders
would be seen if we could see
all at once, but vision is itself
a limit, and we cannot see
all-at-once, often not even
little-by-little.What Lies Beneath
The water strider balances on a skin
of water dimpling the surface
with its six legs. And from
beneath, what does this look like
but a bubbled sky?
Posted by Steven Riddle at April 17, 2008 7:45 AM
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Nice...
Posted by: TSO at April 17, 2008 9:14 AM