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New Empire
How can I work when
the pines and
their twin flames
on the river
won't let me go,
at least until
I am a thousand
light wings
circling in the heart
of the unknowable,
and believe me,
Shelley could not have
written a poem
this shattering,
and it will break me before
it creates me.
And do I have to return
to the trenches
when the doe is moving
like a rippling sculpture,
and she knows what I mean,
and the ordained squirrel,
all fur and ecstasy,
is converting the last
of the fear
I dragged along,
and what use is ambition
under this sky I just found—
bubbling sky,
tumbling banquet,
within reach
whenever I'm ready,
too savory for
one lost planet,
but we should still
dive in, and quickly,
because beyond that, and
beyond that,
is a church
and it's singing.
Can you hear it now
that billions can fit
into one dream,
and this is the empire
God imagined?
Now let it be said,
and said forever,
this is the kingdom
we became.
Patricia Joan Jones
Together
Yes, we will.
Thank you for your supportive
Thank you for your supportive feedback.
I already know that when I
I already know that when I read a new poem of yours, my breath will be taken away---the sane as when I see a summer night sky full of stars. This poem is no exception. It is full of great phrases---ordained squirrels and a doe like rippling scultpure---and it also contains a brilliantly brief dismissal of Shelley, with which I happen to agree. As this poem moves gracefully, even choreographacially, to its conclusion, a destiny---the Kingdom---is gently disclosed, like a great beacon of hope becoming visible on a once dark horizon. When I read your poems, I feel as privileged as when I was first introduced to the poems of Wallace Stevens; and, as with his work, like I am being admitted to an almost mystic pattern that organizes the chaos around me. I am now even more indebted to postpoems, and to Jason, our publisher: not only for providing a venue in which I can post my stuff, but also providing me access to the ABSOLUTE AND UNQUESTIONED BRILLIANCE, of your poems. I shall never tire of calling you IL MIGLIOR FABBRO.
J-Called
I'm overwhelmed and inspired
I'm overwhelmed and inspired by that beautifully written expression of appreciation. I'm humbled, and more grateful than you can imagine.