POEMS
Three Poems
by
Art Lange
(from) COMPOSITION
Day grows rapidly suspended in time
in vacant space its long advancing column
lofty like luminous day, when the world was weak.
Like the clashed edges of two words we wore
on our fingertips , without magnificence.
In the cold weight of winter you are yourself
I am someone else. And am affirmed
someone else in vague terms burning like brandy
amid the intimacies of strangers in a silent street
that living in air symbolized the departing adventure.
But the inner compulsion dropped out of this
dream, voiceless and soft, leaving only what you see,
mostly memory. Its veiled withdrawals
rises from land and sea to obliterate depths,
the composition of blue sea with heavy ease.
The inhuman making choice that fosters resolve-
lakes are more reasonable, unconscious of love
or look, standing you look on stars.
Not your silent selves soft in your dreams
but imageless and projecting the long channels
to recreate the watery words. A waveless sea
a ship that reels when the womb widened
so that we feel and feeling it around you
becomes the sea it falsifies
