THE RED HEART
THE MAN WHOSE PATH WAS ON FIRE
James
Reaney
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THE SHAPE OF THE FALLING LIGHT
The birds
approach, sad geese
& gentle ducks, crossing
the visible boundaries. Alternate
Shadow & light —
a gentleness.
The light falls, softly
falls,
....... softly, a voice
of its own. The air
is curved to its shape.
......... i
One says I am
The sound of a man shouting in a barrel.
That is. I am that.
Object. Movement. Bird. Boat with sails.
The hidden violence of all things.
.........ii
The children were playing violent games.
Their voices escaped,
as if from holes in the void.
They were enclosed in their shadows.
.........iii
The geometries are incredible, angles
seem to hold, the circle
continues, around
& around.
...........(Cezanne,
Pythagoras, the flickering
of the invisible, the shapes
apart. Fragmentation.
The illusion of the hand
in front of my eyes.
.........iv
For once,
I was one of them,
a white shadow
flowing in the room,
swallowed in clothing.
It was a party. My whisky
stained the rug.
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