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Autumn Leaves
volume 6 number 7
Autumn Leaves volume 6 number 7 |
The sum of Autumn
and its dubious sky!
From day to
day
time and words get older
as they will
in the dying of the
trees
and the paradise
of summer breeze
...as if to doubt the
sense
...even of such things as these!
moving on to something
colder,
...even so
we live,
my wife and I,
within the tender
idea
which she, likewise
as an artist, paints
...Not so much a
forest
but the way the forests
and the cities, give
their sex and
saints
...their desire and their snow.
It is a mirror
to the lost cause
of the world
and
yet
transfigured
like the glowing
God within
...and she is great in
this!,
somehow I recognize
my own bland terror
as the
sacrament,
the Eucharist and error,
as one would with a kiss
....of
every pained
and weary heart.
Oh love that we forget!,
until such
frozen fields are snowing
and we rediscover such an art
as fills us with
its agony
and Bliss...the sum of winter
and its knowing!
