Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DISCORDS, by FABIO DOPLICHER First Line: You planted life, protecting | ||||||||
You planted life, protecting its soil with a net of straw. You watched that slender trunk without leaves or buds: blind, it felt no shame. The American vine spreads out, infecting the bricks with green, dry in the winter it sleeps under needle-like leaves: its green self submerged in concrete flowerpots, neatly crossed by the pathways of ants. The human plant penetrates wardrobes, double-bottomed cages of mice, of madmen. Closed in box-like rooms, alone, watched by perpetually blinking televisions. A pastel-green petal opens itself, resting on the palm of an aged madman. The law of the pine needles, the balcony's fragile equilibrium, with every gust restores its order. Nothing is alone in those twigs, the resin drips like birth wounds. The silence threads itself through silence. The silence combs the silence. On the roof the cuttings thrust their roots into the asbestos insulation: other individuals, mutated, plants of life beneath the radio antenna which the night ignites into colloquy. The voice is a form, an eagle unrecognized by the enemies of earth. On its greenest branch-top the orange tree becomes embittered with flower after flower, growing leaves again, a half simulation of nature. Inside the artifice of stone and iron it makes mistakes for love. Though harsh, venomed by glass, it has soft whimpers. The bark in subtle filigree produces a single grape, watches itself with a solitary eye, it breaks off. It watches her float in the gutter, in threads of sequence, for the longest of instants. Such bark, clots, knots, seed. The heart is a knot: so many reeds, swamps of air. Used by permission of Story Line Press. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERLUDES; TO DIDEROT: 1 by FABIO DOPLICHER INTERLUDES; TO DIDEROT: 2 by FABIO DOPLICHER INTERLUDES; TO DIDEROT: 3 by FABIO DOPLICHER INTERLUDES; TO DIDEROT: 4 by FABIO DOPLICHER UNFINISHED EXILE by FABIO DOPLICHER OCTAVES: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WHEN LOVE WAS BORN by SARA TEASDALE IDYLL 1. LAMENT FOR ADONIS by BION LINES INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED FROM A SKULL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |
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