1991
The Singer of the Sun
the waking surface of reality
stain
reaching
toward a surface.
in some transcendence felt--
Our mind’s shape
structuring language,
painting, a stain--
toward a surface, becoming
song of the Sun
blinking,
a thought
brought into an idea
held up to the sun
then, continuing a circle--
4.
The Romantic campaign
enacting a horizon.
The heartened hero’s tour
bringer of new reality.
You presented to me, you--
You, fish-shaped island,
Paumanok.
A flower, a shell.
suns and planets
life and death.
a world, revolving-- objects
past and futures
constant merger, into day.
leaving down a fairy trail.
dreaming the earth.
unequaled poet,
the supreme lover of the earth.
We exist in a dumbfounding abyss
between ourselves and the object--
this is our un-navigable sea.
The poet in the sun,
the central poet
I and means kind-- human kind
heightened, a Supreme Fiction,
noble rider sounding words,
the Real Me in the sun
reclaimed for earth,
music of the things
a part of one’s world,
16.
The giant, the hero revealed
as we, the Real Me, the Imagination--
the other self strolls,
Painting sunflowers,
rereading Van Gogh’s letters
(Vincent was reading, Whitman
as he painted starry nights
and sunflowers by day.)
Walt wrote poems here by the bay
where sunflowers were painted,
Vincent and Walt, singing and
drawing by eye,
planting sunflowers, the way
across America.
My Barcelona Neck, ...land for sale.
26.
The trouper, afoot with fancy,
diamonds glinting, jangling bright
the Big Dipper climbing
the hump of Barcelona Neck.
What wine does one drink?
What bread does one eat?
shells are strung on a rope
gathered at the shore,
stringing together,
picks up a shell, arranges a flower--
staring at the white wall.
this still life, altar of flowers,
finds shells on the shore,
reads the poetry of life and death
in the sunset, red, passing
how does one stand to behold
this simple sublime, descending--
red reality oranges, greener grass,
purpling clouds to black
idea in summer.
The poem, the self, the same
passage into Autumn
into the Sun itself.
Arcturus blinks.
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