I'm sorry to say I'm lost entirely, although I do like the first three
lines, other than 'clinks' - it seems inaccurate here. I am always
frustrated by not being able to gain access to a poem: I feel it is
all my fault. Give me a hand here, Kasper - what's up?
Androo
On 04/05/07, kasper salonen <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> "cassiopeia"
>
> Water sang in the sky as if in a cave,
> Wet beads on godskin pulsing to sugar:
> While spring strains, this ceremony clinks.
> We don't pretend our eyes to have maps, & a
> Waning evening grows old in three hundred nights.
> Witch: you flower-eyed sorceress: each new look, the
> World reconjures your face.
>
> KS
>
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Andrew
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