Perceiving Poetic Syntax

Abstract

Black town, beige woods, green frozen creek, All now, this moment, stilled, Our steeple clock Transfixed, the mineral twigs Intact, this park's arterial loss Suspended, do rebuke me, Gone amiss In minute thefts to break My bond, who set my face, my sticks, My springs against a thief, Time on my crux To nail: my thirty-three Deliquesce, so sly, I might now wink My hand, bone, lymph away: Not all my ink Keeps to my word or want, Arrests the sun, resurrects the tree, Or translates out of my water So little wine: All miracles not done.

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College English
Published
1978-09-01
DOI
10.2307/376167
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