Colour, shifts of image: neatly caught, Lawrence, as felt/seen…
Doug
On 2011-09-16, at 3:24 AM, Lawrence Upton wrote:
> Time of yellow whiteness, unexaminable,
> our eyes purpled in quickening blindness, too bright,
> the bay hot ash, surroundings fully melted, fire
> of unconsuming strength far greater than spreading
> river or lethal tide. And one has looked away,
> called by the small clicking sounds of this home stretching,
> on the edge of the abyss of stellar power; tea cold.
> And yet, the human isn’t entirely unmade;
> small details grab against the powerful shut out.
> A half-built flat roof, is it? shiny stream
> in a dry landscape; blue, perhaps rollered, already
> congealed wherever glimpsed; rugs of matt dead ocean
> sometimes glistening, a dazzle mixed at the farther shore;
> the Hayle mouth in conflagration, many words
> lost and more feared entirely dead. The burning sea’s
> inbound, the observer participant at once,
> big, just where observation is irrelevant.
> In all things. The church bell clatters out the quarter.
> An whole hour shriveled, learning how not to look.
>
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