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[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]