And quieting dreams in the sleepers in darkness.
- Wallace Stevens
Without the enjambment at the weary end
you'd be lost forever to the moon and its quieting dreams . . .
The cat critiquing, Move on! . . . Move on! . . .
Your pacing solves nothing . . .
Funny, you know this as well as I . . .
Yes, the scholarship is evident, but misplaced . . .
Your announcement with the shades drawn
against the traffic light
opens a door and your eyes to the darkness
and back to an earlier season of silence -
the linguistic equivalent of hammering nails into flesh . . .
When was this, anyway? . . .
Yesterday? . . . Last year? . . . Five years ago? . . .
I don't remember . . . Do you? . . .
The tureen quivers with nonsense syllables . . .
The evidentiary moment remains . . .
Your car idling . . .
The snow, too, advancing . . .
Of course, the video shows that there's more
in the final paragraph
than referenced in your text . . .
The Art of Omission, yes? . . .
So little time left out of tempo with footnotes no less . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |