Old Moon

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Different Muses?

Two Artists


Inspiration gusting from infinity ignites him into blue flame:

Dionysus and archangels cry in the echoing vaults of his mind,

And he speaks with tongues and sails before those thrilling winds

Fair to fame and the Furies.


He searches blazing beaches for the shards of crystal thoughts,

And drops four chips for each one saved.

Summer’s waning as the stiff mosaic

Forms in curveless patchwork,

and early cold congeals the image—

Angular and gap-toothed, as the mortar freezes.

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