Saturday, January 7, 2012


Common Places,
 a star in the clouded sky;

The wild mutability
I crave that
which is not
expressly indicated,
but only
in paint or in words
the impressions

There is more than what I have in these pages

The most heart-piercing part
is the Real beauty,
however concealed or disguised,
kneeling in the shadow of Choice 
the consciousness of something else—
something To add to a picture
that would drink dry
fountains of eloquence

. . . . . . . .

The OED word of the day for the erasure poem|commentary is 'adumbrate.'

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