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At The Bookstore With Lady Rae
[after Wallace Stevens' poem, "The Candle A Saint"]
Starlit as evening, and elegantly clad,
she walks among the shelves of ancient poets.
She glides between them, and her stockinged feet
trace timeless constellations on the floor.
Her present and their pasts meet: she is Muse,
beyond the world, beyond the need for shoes.
This is her gift to them: she has not passed
them by; she has remembered all their names.
And she invokes them by their metaphors
and similes; the catalogues, the wars,
the journeys, and one quest less spoken of
these days---the pleasures of erotic love.
Thus summoned, their words resonate as when
they dwelt among the living as live men.
This is the Lady's quiet miracle---
to give their verses life, within her soul.
Starward
[jlc]
I like Rae, she was one of the first people to comment on my work and she's always so encouraging and I love this peice dedicated to her, really beautiful.
Lauren -oxo-
There are not words...i am baffled and honored. This is so beautiful. There just arent words, you have, you are...well theres a miracle shes speachless....
Thank you for the dedication and the words of support today and for everyday, my internet poet friend you are so special. Rae
very nice ode to Rae I know her too...