Buffet gray marble with a deadness. It's a frantic place aglitter with rudeness. I give myself to it anyway. It's a valley in a haze of Lido legs. I take my coffee on rue de Rivoli. Against the gray, red is intense. Surfaces swell and crack. The gray breaks and bleeds into the frankness of red. But don't think you've found a logical extension of Expressionism. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE MAKING OF MAN by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK PRELUDES: 1-4 (COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST THE CAGED SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE SIFTING OF PETER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BLOOD HORSE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER |