Saint Julian Press Poet

Thomas Simmons

 

WHAT WAS THERE

 

 

And when it was done,

He set it, just there, on the table, 

Between the two kerosene lamps. 

Invisible, indivisible, it was his heart 

Returned to its primal state. 

 

 

Only he could see it. People

Came and went. He lit the lamps

Each night for its sake. No matter 

Whether the people knew, whether 

The poem knew. Poems know nothing. 

 

 

They point toward things—most of them, 

Most times, within the realm of the visible, 

Or something just adjacent, love or the planet 

On the table. This, this was wholly other.

He had made it to defy his life’s labour. 

 

 

 

SILENT REVEL

 

The deep night owl beyond your vision in sleep

Is my mastery of silent revel, my fulfilled promise

To you, no longer stranger. Hear in that soft

Voice you do not know the warranty of trust,

Your promise, though unfulfilled before, also

Made good. I do not control the image

In your head, but neither is it your image--

Only an assurance to be acted on, mine given

And yours foreseen as night shades into

Dawn, as the light rises, your eyes open to

The partial from which you turned away, and I, fully

Satisfied, fly to the high bough of my expectancy.

 

 

IF BORGES’ LOVER HAD WRITTEN “THE PLAIN SENSE OF THINGS”


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