Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CUNCTA SEMPER, by RODOLFO DI BIASIO First Line: The warm ashes of the word | ||||||||
I The warm ashes of the word still come unravelled from a fibrillation of the blood a few sparks weave the grey thread the hand follows a flash and nothing more Cuncta semper: of course... but who knows where they settle amidst immovable oaks across a still sky more still than time's bending time blue to the point of agony and bent where the crest confuses wind and aromas and our tiny caravans do not arrive overcome as they are by the desert of habit Inside...cuncta semper...of course... a tangle, the thickest indissoluble clot of words-events warm ash grey ash where the act no longer intervenes where it would be enough to believe we'd been alive and indispensible for a handful of days II One among the endless dusty distances one finally filled opens out in this customary entrance of spring if the eye comes to aid and follows one by one the broomflowers as they become a sea that unearths and restitches the yellow swaying of the mountain The distance searches out of habit always the same grey habit for its place -- prospect, passage -- and for its time the peremptory consonance the same that demands as its own the broom in springtime when the wind seconds the grass's murmur under the feet The pool of light annuls vast flash with no frayed edge oh at that point the light seems eternal and cuts short, annuls the winding paths, the narrow paths that meet in an underbrush of memories, presents again the miracle of repetition III Another fog, the bright one of uncertain mornings in May across the hill the one the sun later takes apart olive by olive the one that exhumes the home's breath another fog has levelled sudden eddies and filled them with its grey exhaling and the irremovable fog of night this time where words come out as echoes ramifications tenacious, persistent essences Where faces in a throng toil breathless from their deserted regions the faces' marble they, they who coldly ask for permission and reconfirm time's particle at once consumed along much-travelled roads now crumbling roads that do not retain a single sign of their persistence. Used by permission of Story Line Press. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POEM OF THE DAWN AND THE NIGHT by RODOLFO DI BIASIO SNOW POEM by RODOLFO DI BIASIO THE SANDS OF DEE by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE UNKNOWN WOMAN by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 53. FAREWELL TO JULIET (15) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SEA LYRIC by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE SONNET ON MOOR PARK: WRITTEN AT PARIS, MAY 10, 1825 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES GLIMPSES OF CHILDHOOD: 4. EARLY LOVES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. WHAT HAVE I TO DO WITH THEE by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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