Et in Arcadia Ego

Poetry is an art of imitation... that is to say, a representing, counterfeiting, or figuring forth--to speak metaphorically,
a speaking picture...
--Sir Philip Sidney, The Defence of Poesie

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Tuesday
Apr262011

INVISIBLY YOURS

Unwrap the bandages. What do you see?
He’s all eaten away. Meddling fools;
all you wanted was to be left alone.
This is the price of being interesting:
everyone looks, no one sees. Vanity
makes a little bonfire in your soul
that paints the faces red & warms nothing.
Someone says the phrase good looking, & all
you can do is sneeze. A benediction,
good look, good luck. Look is less than nothing,
more then everything, an eye for an eye
that blinds beholder & beheld alike
so they may see. So they may see. So they
may see. You see? Take off your dark glasses.
Transparent retinas refract no gazes; 
only the visible is mystery.



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