So He Lives

The day Rilke knew where Picasso had secreted
The painting he had finished in 1905
Called ‘The Family of Saltimbiques’,

—and since he had come to feel its urgency—
He made plans to go to the castle where
Ir was domiciled. He wrote, With all its eyes

The animal world beholds the Open.
But how could this be true?
The Open disappeared as soon as you pierced

It’s confidences. The conditions in which
He found himself were dire at best.
He could hardly speak. His throat

Would thicken and his tongue would
Become coarse. The pain would throb
In his throat like a match set aflame.

The Saltimbiques were old and humble.
They had discovered we must dream
The way the animals beg our dreams

To materialize: They don‘t want luminescence;
Further, they don’t want us to know
That to ferry the dead was unreal.

The precisions of poetry can have no age.
What’s written must belong to the earth.
And be alone as a prayer is. So he lives.

Published by extrasimile

define: extra: excess, more than is needed, required or desired; something additional of the same kind. define: simile: a simile is a type of figurative language, language that does not mean exactly what it says, that makes a comparison between two otherwise unalike objects or ideas by connecting them with the words “like” or “as.” The reader can see a similar connection with the verbs resemble, compare and liken. Similes allow an author to emphasize a certain characteristic of an object by comparing that object to an unrelated object that is an example of that characteristic. define: extra: an minor actor in a crowd scene

2 thoughts on “So He Lives

  1. Thanks John. I wrote this poem last night between 3 and 5 am. Strangely I find it a good good time to work. Don’t forget st. Lucy’s last day.

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