Saturday, February 7, 2015

HEART THREAD 196 & 197


How heavy the weight of blank paper
carried all my life in blunt photography
spiritual effluent of Eusapia Palladino
the crux of psychic plausibility
does all this light come out of one woman’s body
is there any other source for splendor in the world
om tare tutare ture soha
she is sixteen still green in the ways of men
and she alone can save us from calamity
or tell us who can
listen to the green girl at last
the ever-virgin the truth the wisdom sleeps beside me. 


As if in mime an elegant body told
the whole story from grass to cathédrale
innumerable declensions of her single noun
the dancer absolute
so the mild persistent taste of moving anywhere
from lawn to grass again the poor smell of money too
we live in poverty we shadows of some great wealth
the potentates whose kingdoms fit in their wallets
they rule the world but we could too
as this lone dancer springs up from the sounding floor
and with a single swerve of movement
changes space forever in the way we see.