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PA RTISAN REVIEW
THELESSON FOR TODAY IS A CHAPTERENTITLED NIGHT
Thickness of enthrall tempests me; those parachutes of words,
They are gala, foreshadow rich kingdoms, dreams are such.
Waking undoes the flesh,
And going grave into the morning abstracts us.
It is an anguish, our' terminus in light,
Wholly a dead dimension of solitude
Reflecting an existence cloaked and powerless.
Magic-like I cast a hook to hearing.
My whole heart, its tithings, this fountain of etemals
Choirs my voice, my once sword of secrecy,
Away from threadbare, sun-splash, .and dying tree
Of day.
An ebullience of oracle, bloodstreamed,
Gilded, and lodestone strong.
Is chimed and comely
And my words are laurel sisters to a dream.
I honeycomb no tears for night;
The beads of my mind's light pass thru a lens, my ear,
And my intent is as genital as whales.
Grieving of all that Adam did undo
In savage intimacies,
I plunge into the dark fathoms of voice, my love,
And by my glitter hope to metaphor, with fanfare,
The day's body that is headstone cold.
ANTHONY HARRIGAN
MAN AND BOY: THE CRACKING GLASS
-"Look, look in your heart, believing boy,
what is this life looming against the mind
that now, half ignominy and half joy,
even now, with men retrenching on their kind,
can pull us upwards from the underground,
your ground and mine, with such a cracking sound?"
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