BlueIris
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Wed Jan-06-10 06:54 AM
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The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 1/6/09 |
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"What the Seer Said"
She said I would see the future, that is to say, my father, through an ophthalmologic device.
That man was no good, she warned, but I persisted: No one, no one has done me any harm.
The machine moved on silent wheels. She fastened my eyes to two wells. I was pasted to the deep.
The first image was of jangling kaleidoscopic angles; the second, inchoate dark.
From a constricted throat I brought a few words: My father was a generous man—but remote.
At remote the darkness unveiled a mist-becalmed lake and pale sky and hills like loaves—
blue on blue on blue, undramatic, unconfused as the fan of Ma-Yuan—
So this was my father's house! this courteous, ancestral place! I lifted my eyes, in relief,
and tasted the mortal cold. I sat down by the water's edge, old, deprived, at home, at peace.
--Jane Cooper
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winyanstaz
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Wed Jan-06-10 05:05 PM
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1. very nice blue iris :) ty for the poem |
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I like poems like this one that paint pictures in the mind's eye :)
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