still in the night he does not remember why —sounds of her sighs
her small ears pressing into the tight space of the day
or the tenderness between him and her held in the air
the repeated denial of the time set chained to hold their plans
were revolting against trysts spent in another’s gaze
the tenacious sense in arrangement lets slip imitation
how I could possess your breath and bear it
delicately freeing my stances I strained
in celebration at the sanctification that you’d granted to Saint Sebastian in Irene’s blessing
will healing hands make poetry or trap the shaking
of my languid silver pens taut but not ready
the sweet words brought for the lovers
that beats hard each hesitance
leaps without fear regarding
that their time is now here
the shape that your sighs take
suggesting as if limits don’t exist
This is part of collection for a senior portfolio project at CU Denver Project is intended to represent the stylistic distinctions of great American poets through the imitation of their poetics and/or their subject matter
In this three section poem, "Enacting Imitation," I work to closely mirror William Carlos Williams poem "3 Stances." Williams uses enjambment to subtly infuse multiple meanings into his sparse lines. Williams poetry also enacts a metaphysical level that allows the reader to see the poet's space of thinking and anxieties in writing which we see in "Danse Russe," wherein Williams finds freedom in writing for himself. I also use his ideas of the variable foot to employ certain rhythmic tones and speeds into this imitation.
Of course you believe in magic. What you pull from your hat is far from the tricks of a rabbit. You've made being aware the least of your bad habits. There is a light in your eyes. A fiery summer sky. One worth wishing upon the stars of your mind. A galaxy worth marveling at beyond these times. It takes courage to be strong; thank you for being courageous. You are the example of what our ancestors wanted for us. I hope you continue on with the spirit of change & may God see you through! You're a King; a good thing & we need more like you!
Jesse your message was powerful and well received. Thank you for being you!
And he wanted to join, "the living poets society," because it was a club I was in, and he wanted to hear my poems at my own will, and write some of his own, And he wanted to do it, so he could get close to me,
*But isn't that one thing they argued about, in the movie?
Just something I talked to my sweet about last night
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom-- feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles. The ****** veined body emerges twisted upon itself like a winter wind . . . !