The toy become the aesthetic archetype As if some patient peasant God had rubbed and rubbed the Alpha and Omega of Form into a lump of metal A naked orientation unwinged unplumed the ultimate rhythm has lopped the extremities of crest and claw from the nucleus of flight The absolute act of art conformed to continent sculpture -bare as the brow of Osiris- this breast of revelation an incandescent curve licked by chromatic flames in labyrinths of reflections This gong of polished hyperaesthesia shrills with brass as the aggressive light strikes its significance The immaculate conception of the inaudible bird occurs in gorgeous reticence | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOUND OF THE TREES by ROBERT FROST THE LAMP [LAMPE] by HENRY VAUGHAN THE INDIAMAN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN O, THE PLEASANT DAYS OF OLD! by FRANCES BROWNE ON THE TRUE MEANING OF THE SCRIPTURE TERMS 'LIFE AND DEATH,' by JOHN BYROM TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. WHO ARE YOU by EDWARD CARPENTER DEVOTION by MINNETTE SLAYBACK CARPER |