Two

September 11, 2015

Why, my silent friend, are you still visible?
Even Orpheus, with his nightmare grip on
a hideous truth, satisfies the divisible
In us that wants all pain to be gone.
His silence, friend, is all I can give you.
His news of the underworld—
That it’s there—is a battle cry for only two:
She who believes the truth is a flag unfurled,
And he who thinks the flag unnecessary.
You! Sound the horns! Yes, you! cries Man.
If Hell has leaped into the true beneficiary
Of his true love, he must leave her a plan.
Of escape? No, that would increase the pain.
He must have her hide as something…quite  sane.

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2 Responses to “Two”

  1. John Looker Says:

    Rereading this morning, Jim, I begin to see possible interpretations. One especially comes to mind. Poor mind.

    Never mind all that. I hope the Fall over your side the ocean is at least as beautiful as legend has it.

    A Wallace Stevens poem comes next to mind. That one about Sunday morning.

    warmest wishes, John

  2. John Looker Says:

    Good morning Jim. I’ve read this several times now and, while puzzled, am glad to have the opportunity to do so and to witness your imagination in flight. All the best, John.


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