Thursday, March 26, 2009

from Mirrors For Gold


Painting by Berndt Savig

from Mirrors for Gold

This self-imposed silence,
slip of paper in half

& this walk up the coastal
hills of Santa Barbara to

the violent glow of sundown --
we returned to the manor house

& groped through the dark
to articulate division

of a body by the senses.
In truth you were nameless,

perhaps the mantic instance
fumbled for, inadequate

speech in which to plead
the approval of our forebears,

a coherent public space to be
constructed, in which the self

assumed significance,
as in I wrote this or your

torso, steadfast, against which
my body were dispensable.


Roberto Tejada

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