November 5, 2005

• spoken word nights are an exhibition for bad high school poetry

  but something tonight really inspired me. okay. two things...meeting mister "cheap-sf" was cool.

  but it was a poem that spoke to me,  not one which was spoken,  which i liked. i was never one for poetry analysis,  but there is a subtle sweetness about it.....

  by Galway Kinnell

  If one day it happens

  you find yourself with someone you love

  in a café at one end

  of the Pont Mirabeau, at the zinc bar

  where white wine stands in upward opening glasses,

  and if you commit then, as we did, the error

  of thinking,

  one day all this will only be memory,

  learn,

  as you stand

  at this end of the bridge which arcs,

  from love, you think, into enduring love,

  learn to reach deeper

  into the sorrows

  to come – to touch

  the almost imaginary bones

  under the face, to hear under the laughter

  the wind crying across the black stones. Kiss

  the mouth

  which tells you, here,
  here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.

  The still undanced cadence of vanishing.

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