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Author: SARTARELLI, STEPHEN
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Sartarelli, Stephen    Poet's Biography
33 poems available by this author


ACTS OF LIGHT: LIFE IN SMALL UNITS       
First Line: Unwrought, the old stone
Last Line: Or poison, burns %forward and back


ACTS OF LIGHT: OPENWORK       
First Line: Feathered wind, skylorn
Subject(s): Creation


ACTS OF LIGHT: OPENWORK       
First Line: Feathered wind, skylorn
Last Line: Turning in a bending %of the sun
Subject(s): Creation


ACTS OF LIGHT: SCHEMA       
First Line: Being's %the souls -- histrion
Last Line: The form -- wellspring %one %would %give it


ACTS OF LIGHT: THE CIRCLES       
First Line: In some great clatter unremarked
Last Line: And we shall suck the tainted flowers


ACTS OF LIGHT: THE RUNAWAY WOODS       
First Line: Perphaps the old morning imbalance
Last Line: And leave the bartered calm to cushion %yet another evening


DAY'S NIGHT: A PIG'S EYE       
First Line: Earthbound rings the heavens' thunder
Last Line: Naked in a hall of mirrors in the mind


DAY'S NIGHT: AGED REASON       
First Line: A sudden turn toward another fog
Last Line: Still seems to lead us where it's going


DAY'S NIGHT: BRIGHT AVENUES       
First Line: It was a kind of lilting madness
Last Line: Restore the ravage to the touch


DAY'S NIGHT: DER LIEBESTOD       
First Line: A needle in the temple
Last Line: It's not a dream. %it's dreamlessness


DAY'S NIGHT: DIURNE       
First Line: In the sudden throng of daylight
Last Line: Breathless with another life


DAY'S NIGHT: FIRE IN THE MIRROR       
First Line: This sentence, like any, admits no delay
Last Line: Stops at the moment of birth, as if unseen


DAY'S NIGHT: LATE-CENTURY AMERICANA       
First Line: In the rise and fall
Last Line: Of deprivation and despair


DAY'S NIGHT: NOCTURNE       
First Line: Certain evanescences
Last Line: But here the night air dashes everwhere, tepid, open-ended


DAY'S NIGHT: OCCASIONAL BLESSINGS       
First Line: Getting an edge on the tremors
Last Line: Wing-effort against the wear and tear


DAY'S NIGHT: WHISPER'S PROGRESS       
First Line: The ragged matter at our fingertips
Last Line: Frantic figures dropping off, apocopate


DIURNE       
First Line: Seed flux and %easter-light air
Last Line: Yet under heaven %all does regardless


DIURNE       
First Line: Another dawn might be a spray of lavender
Last Line: Oblivious to burdens of light to be shed


EARLY SPRING       
First Line: Muted season evanescent
Last Line: Of a temporary birth, myriad and necessary


IN THESE SKIES       
First Line: In these skies invisible somewhere
Last Line: Chasm-windows on the soulless


MISTRAL    Poem Text    
First Line: An occasional madness, airborne
Subject(s): Wind


MISTRAL       
First Line: An occasional madness, airborne
Last Line: Even when the wind dies down


PHANTASMATIKON       
First Line: From black against the nothing
Last Line: The body come ex nihilo


READING THE NUMBERS       
First Line: They have entered the house in broad daylight
Last Line: Safe from the mayhem above and below


SAINT-ESTEVE       
First Line: Another light defined the day
Last Line: Before the eyes, above the page


THAT LAND (3)       
First Line: Anything beyond
Last Line: Utters clouds upon a leaf


THAT LAND (4)       
First Line: Whatever else the turning
Last Line: Augmenting, now receding


THAT LAND, SELS.       
First Line: Another way to anywhere
Last Line: The squall, drowns the rattle of the open gate


THAT LAND: 10       
First Line: It must have been another country
Last Line: In breathing, in birthing fall away


THAT LAND: 2.       
First Line: A sun of many minutes
Last Line: Shakes ideas out of effigy


WHAT EYES STILL GLIMPSE       
First Line: What eyes still glimpse the angels falling
Last Line: Of all the finite days of our bewilderment


WHERE DID LOVE GO?    Poem Text    
First Line: One notable casualty of the
Subject(s): Diplomacy & Diplomats: Iraq War (2003); United States; France; America


WINTER GARDEN       
First Line: Sharp on the unbreathing earth
Last Line: With love by a gardener for the blind