“Lakeshore” (nd, unknown medium)
by Isaac Levitan
Two for Tuesday: The poet and the words
“There is no curtain for the heart
In a room full of poets. Each face maps
Its suffering, its lust with lines
As subtle as mountain ranges.” ~ Kate Horowitz, section 1 of “6pm Reading, St. Anthony Hall”
The Ascension of Words
Thus, like the skin
of a shorn ewe, the day rises.It is difficult to skin the self from a stone.
It is difficult to skin memory from a Greek.
But why should we talk about these!
light too has a skin,
light too can be skinned…
light too is guilty of being.
A gust of fresh air
comes with the millennium.
We are beautiful;
why should we not be beautiful?
We eat one another
only from hunger,
It doesn’t matter.
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