#8, 1991 The Singer of the Sun
You presented to me,
You, fish-shaped island,
Paumanok.
A flower, a shell.
Clouds, leaves, waves.
Red and yellow diamonds,
a dazzling wayfarer
on a romantic voyage, through
suns and planets
life and death.
A still life representing
a world, revolving-- objects
given meaning in their use.
Shells, Sunflowers, Vase.
The diamonded acrobat.
The shells are strung on a rope
gathered at the shore,
stringing together, representing
universes of circles, and
the patterns of design,
in broken moments,
strung to bind
death to life,
juggling the cycle’s circle.
On the beach, barefoot
the perspective lines sharpen--
to a blank, blinking
the wanderer turns, on what?
picks up a shell, arranges a flower--
staring at the white wall.
The Knight of the road, arriving
sets up this still life, altar of flowers,
finds shells on the shore,
reads the poetry of life and death
in the sunset, red, passing
“...no man shall see the end.”
the reeds, the rock like island
arches, as the Dipper arcs ‘round
blinking the finality,
through the silhouetted reeds.
The mythic form gives way to a narrative . I rocked back and forth from this narrative to more symbolic. Still do.
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