Painting by Michelangelo Buonarroti
Untitled: RK VII
Suppose I took the colors from my face
took away the bones and hair
bones and hair arrange on white
to spell a subtle word
in Arabic perhaps, resurrection
of the body is what it would mean
a knife edge to walk along
to the mountain lost in the sky
we see only the shadow of it
and call this shadow the light.
Robert Kelly
Posted over on Charlotte Mandell
from MAY DAY: Poems 2003-2005
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