Palinode (translation, passway, glass)
(translation)
What falters in translation? The dove’s silhouette resides
on the window three months after the sudden refusal. I
observe wingprints, the skull’s curve, a history of assumptions
angled in the moment of impact. And after, residue. Light’s
incident rests. One body whispers another’s shape and the
next rumbles through the narrowing passway. Traitorous,
I call it fact. I name it truth, and naming it, reverse the coat.
(passway)
I name it truth, but considered denial, root of the renegade’s
term. I have a bird to whistle and I have a bird to sing. Misperception
in flight. Betrayal’s gate, unhinged. What comes next? Sunlight
slants through the window each morning, and departs, bending
in reversal. Stones all in my pass. Dark roads. Another naming,
another transition. Trials waged in the grammar of refraction.
The deflected word.
(glass)
The deflected word reciprocates and the sky opens, outlining
its missing form. I have pains in my heart, they have taken my
appetite. Derived from wind, from eye, from hole. Once through,
what then? Mention archetype, and my world dims. Mention
windows, and I see processions and enemies lined along the way.
Boys, please don’t block my road. We select certain paths, others
choose us. Wingprints on glass.
* * *
Notes: italicized selections are from Robert Johnson’s “Stones in My Passway.”
This piece first appeared, in slightly different form, in ditch, in January 2014, and last appeared here in July 2016.
Brilliant!
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Thank you, Sarah.
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Wonderful spiral rhythm. (K)
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I hadn’t thought of it that way, but YES!
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It’s the first thing I noticed. Although I do seem to see spirals everywhere these days. That may account for my dizziness. (K)
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Ha! That would do it.
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While I’d like to THINK I choose my path … I suspect more often than not, I am but one of many “chosen” … and in due time, will be chosen for the equivalent of “Wingprints on glass”. (Oh, to go so quickly!)
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It seems that no matter how carefully I plan and choose my paths, something leads me astray or sets me on a separate course. But I keep planning anyway!
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Love that bird photo
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Thanks, D. Marie. The photo is from morguefile.com.
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Reblogged this on PenneyVanderbilt.
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Thanks for reblogging.
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Very lovely and elegant process of thought.
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Thank you, Simon.
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Full of such imagery, enjoyed
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Thanks very much!
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