MISALLIANCE

Structures sacred in stroke time-
Now, why are they no good to me.
I want to make something when
Recalled not imagined but memory
Eludes me?  I hear the mumble
Of my own tongue.  The painters
Vision is a lens, it trembles to caress
my sight. Everything I write is the bare-
thread art of eye.  Shot-snap, grouped
life on high, un-balanced paralyzed fact
misalliance. ‘yet why not say what
happened’, Robert Lowell said.
Pray for the accuracy of grace.
Giving rise to the suns illumination
Yearning, stealing like a tide
Across a map, solid, passing poor
Facts.  To give each figure in the photo
A living name.


poet Robert Lowell

#191 on top 500 poets

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