1984
Achilles/Tent
1.
The lagoon at night opens
upon the beach and stars.
darkest boasts,
the colors of Melville and Pollock.
5.
He was painting on the beach,
the canvas lashed down
against the wind, tar
clods mix into the paint as
slashing...
There, another whale, there, see!
our hearts--
are of this darkness.
Entering the tent, falling to tripod,
exhausted downward weight--
“the wrong doing of Agamemnon!”
black eyes meld the wall,
sinking-- Achilles tumbling,
gasping at round about horrors.
a thought of --Thetis! Arriving,
a hand to... head
and release, to peaks of tent--
universe and stars, shining.
The rocks of the beach,
were like the reeds painted
at the lagoon, elemental.
A theme silhouetted
that we understood-- as
looking at Andromeda,
the swirl in Orion’s belt,
an off shore wave, tossed thoughts
like thrown shapes striped.
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