Sometimes there is a point without a point of view. A train goes by nearby. Its shadow rumbles along beside it. Those geese are just dots on the sky flying to Greece they say. The clusters of Catima are Caterina de' Medici's fingers dipped in grape. You let them sprinkle their play with their overlay of purple-blue. I relax and glean the blossoms, because I know of time chance makes a fool. And this is the turning around in the nick of time that catches both the soft light and these things off balance yet just right. 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...MY PRETTY ROSE TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MARIZIBILL by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE TIMELY MEMENTO by PHILIP AYRES MY GHOSTS by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS ARISTOPHANES' APOLOGY; BEING THE LAST ADVENTURE OF BALAUSTION: PART 1 by ROBERT BROWNING SEA-PICTURES; OFF THE HAVEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A BOLD STROKE FOR A WIFE: PROLOGUE by SUSANNA (FREEMAN) CENTLIVRE |