The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 8/29/08

[BlueIris]

"The Lover of a Subversive is Also a Subversive"

The lover of a subversive
is also a subversive.
The painter's compañero was a conspirator,
revolutionary convicted
to haunt the catacombs of federal prison
for the next half century.
When she painted her canvas
on the beach, the FBI man
squatted behind her
on the sand, muddying his dark gray suit
and kissing his walkie-talkie,
a pallbearer who missed
the funeral train.

The painter who paints a subversive
is also a subversive.
In her portrait of him, she imagines
his long black twist of hair. In her portraits
of herself, she wears a mask
or has no mouth. She must sell the canvases,
for the FBI man ministered solemnly
to the principal at the school
where she once taught.

The woman who grieves for a subversive
is also a subversive.
The FBI man is a pale-skinned apparition
staring in the subway.
She could reach for him
and only touch a pillar of ash
where the dark gray suit had been.
If she hungers to touch her lover,
she must brush her fingers
on moist canvas.

The lover of a subversive
is also a subversive.
When the beach chilled cold,
and the bright stumble of tourists
deserted, she and the FBI man
were left alone with their spying glances,
as he waited calmly
for the sobbing to begin,
and she refused to sob.

—Martín Espada

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear BlueIris!

Wow...

This is great!

Thank you...

:hi:

[BlueIris]

2. So, it reads okay on your screen?

I never know if the punctuation is going to come through for all readers (it does for me in the thread, but not in my DU journal; I think it's a Mac thing).

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. Yes, it reads fine...

There's very little punctuation, though...

A few periods are all I see...

:hi:

[BlueIris]

4. Kick, for the literate night crowd.