New Matrices, all ice. Fixed here and solidly. What was that song? My grave is hiding from me. I'll go to that juniper thicket across the road. Or stay here. Or go. Or stay. A contessa. A girl on a roan horse behind the goldenrod. The barn. The whiskey shelf. Count options, false starts. And glooms of love, the lover's next-room boredom. Juliet's in Verona. Juliets are always in Verona after a few days. Or trout and grouse, wading & walking after them. Days of it. Dis. Dis. Dis. Dante called it, this actual hell, this stillness. Lasting how long? Waking is visionary. I'll awake but to sleep again, new and bitter each new time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PAST by RALPH WALDO EMERSON LINES; SUGGESTED BY GRAVES TWO ENGLISH SOLDIERS ON CONCORD by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE CAVALIER'S SONG by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL SABBATH THOUGHTS by GRACE AGUILAR SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 35. BALACLAVA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |