On October 11-13, 1975

[after Wallace Stevens' poem, "The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain"]

 

Mouring the sudden, but expected, loss
of his first love (she scorned his oveture),

 

he gave the science fiction books a toss:
they had failed him here---of that he was sure.

 

This felt like his puerile imagination
had cast off the pose of prose's dictation.

 

He wanted poems that could take the place
of the storied, elusive time machine,

 

and take him to the time Incarnate Grace
entered the chaos of the human scene,

 

a quiet relief from Rome's vast empire
and redirecting frustrated desire

 

into the safety of assured Salvation,
and verse resplendent with new inspiration.

 

Starward

 

[jlc]

 

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