Finely rendered, that set of dreams both public & private, Fred.
I like it. Short & to the point.
Doug
On 15-Jan-05, at 1:24 PM, Fred Pollack wrote:
> Titan Landing
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> The joy, that something breaking
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> on shores and flowing toward them isn't
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> water, in cold deeper
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> than where the devil gnaws; that there are even
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> rocks that aren't rocks but a
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> precipitate … Which
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> is the parody? Most of the universe
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> is death: death stuff, death strength –
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> death life? Perhaps the nebulae
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> are script, novae witticisms
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> the silent dark applauds. A Vegas-pink
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> sunset, prolonged and sky-filling, also
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> made the local news, and in my dream
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> improbable gnarled beings brought
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> gifts, then attended
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> worshipfully a small cold king.
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Douglas Barbour
Department of English
University of Alberta
Edmonton Alberta T6G 2E5 Canada
(780) 436 3320
http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/dbhome.htm
The poet is ecstatic, having dreamt of this visit for weeks.
He takes Erato’s face, dribbling and wild, between his hands
and kisses her gently as if she were a runaway teenager.
Diana Hartog
