01 June 2011

Snowstorm by Barbara Guest

I cannot pretend
To solve the problem of blue
With the body of a deer
Counterfeit the chimney lips
In the dark pastures

I am excruciating white
Stagnant white
I live in a dream
Thinner than a flower

Then the anger vanishes
The violin is made
Not a movement of the past
Composed or vigorous
It is here I catch a Swedish breath
Instead of eyes

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