Here, at the center of the world
where soft breezes blow
the poisons leak from the anima of Man:
Too much disease.
The pus rages
bubbles through cavities.
Surcease, the begging calm
the way of absent sound
where death, of angled face
is not pounding on the door.
So simple that
the closing of the Idea
an end to redress
and floss,
the frantic fluttering of lashes
and eyes.
Read to me
I am too frail to hold the heavy book
riddled as I am with maladies
these separate sorts of disease.
Armed with such discourse
the mourners wend their way
through the countryside,
Evergreens
apple trees and merry flowers.
Until such time as night arrives
and we see the the trails
in the ash
left by the footfalls
being slowly covered by shadow.
And see,
I have brought you home again
to the village in the valley
where the quiet waits
round the somber light of the candles.
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Written April 2nd, 2006
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this was beautiful so subtle, i really liked the words used and it flows like water out a tap, good stuff
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soft elegy / personalized voice is Manet / death is always best when soft. cannot imagine a violent death for me. And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. nicely done poem. I liked it very much.
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excellent
These lines were found to be particualrly deep.The motions that these lines conveyed were striking and made me read on:
So simple that
the closing of the Idea
an end to redress
and floss,
the frantic fluttering of lashes
and eyes.
thanks for sharing please visit some of my poetry as well and offer comments
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Perhaps artists such as Manet truly saw beauty through paint and then as they aged the beauty disappeared until death holds them forever in what their eyes used to see. It feels more like the death of beauty through his eyes rather than his own.
C
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*tremendous applause!* Great poem - very beautiful... and tragic.
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Awww...poor sick people. I love taking care of them. Putting them in my arms and rocking them to sleep. Good poem. You have talent. I hope that you will continue writing just as I have, and that you have an absolutely, positively, wonderful, outstanding day!!!
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Beautifully writen piece. I really like this poem. Keep up the wonderful work. This poem really rocks.
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Hi, lovely feel to this poem, it has something special, a lilting sadness that makes one draw their breath, I liked thois poem a lot, am very sorry but out of applauses and points very low, all the best, hugs Di
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I didn't think I was going to enjoy it from the two opening stanzas. They seemed to have too much direct statement.
But then it develops in a different mood. The dying Manet speaks in his own voice, weak but clear.
And then another change in the viewpoint; a poet observes the mourners in landscape.
the trails
in the ash
left by the footfalls
is a truly memorable image. I could have wished you found an alternative to "wend their way" - for me that's too cliche.
The final stanza pulls things together. We can take the "I" that speaks here as the poet, or Manet having resolved his death crisis.
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awe ispiring mind blowing piece
the opening sheer brilliance
"Here, at the center of the world
where soft breezes blow
the poisons leak from the anima of Man"
"perfecto"
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excellent
death. everywhere. poetic and yet decayed, you did this so well, it's no wonder you have so much applause.
One question: "angled face" do you actually mean Angles, as in triangle etc, or do you mean Angel, as in archangel? Just curious, I mean, it works either way.
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Like going through time travel, from the beginning of the earth of hot molten lava to the end of a life returning to the place of origin. Quite unique how you have woven this into these lines.
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This is an incredible write, filled with wonderfully vivid images. the flow and form are awesome, blood chilling. Great write. Keep your pen forever flowing!
Bunny
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Dumstruck!!
I am awe struck at the powerfulness of your words. This is a masterpiece, an incredible piece of work -
sacredly inspiring
face turned to brittle
a flower droops from its stem
towards drop:
none to please
but pleasure of decease
yes -- pillows rarely bring dreams
for feathers may fly
towards freedom
love cannot be defined but by Love
and dreams are woven
but by its Dream
words of the soul shed its silky
heaviness
the Book is left
with its riddle so clear
the blind can read
I will not stop you from departure
for departure
is such a deadly delight
no: I will await you with opulent orchards
of a soul reborne
togetherness will swirl us closer
ah: closer
at last
within a pumpkin field of seed
with apple trees laughing its greens
and its breeze
of fragrance
a sigh falling from sealed lips
I cannot stop my lips from forming your name
in whispers I find solace
repeatedly my lips are kissed
by your name
myra
(sometimes artists are timeless ... within life and death)
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Its kind of fun to be able to comment twice and here get rewarded with Vacation Points. Well, I like to pretend the points are like Green stamps, remember them? I hardly do really but I do remember plaid books of crinkly pages of stamps hanging around the house. Couldn't tell you what they got redeemed for though, Tupperware or something?
Anyway, Manet - to Monet. Traveling artistically but what is the deeper message. Is there one? I want there to be a deep message, I like deep messages. So, I make them up.
Read to me .. is just ahhhhhhhhh beautiful. Makes me want to just put down my knitting and begin reading something at once. Can't knit and read at the same time ya know. Books clunking to the floor is a good sound though.
So what - clarity to blurity? One year, for the Christmas Pageant - I had the kids paint the background using Starry Starry Night as their inspiration. It was so cool. All these little kid swirls of a sky. What I did then was poke tiny holes in the canvas and pop through clear white lights - so it lit up. Its still hanging up there in that Building.
I don't know if you know this or not, but you are quite good.
Maybe a 20 pointer. Need them.
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Hauntingly wonderful..love this x
Until such time as night arrives
and we see the the trails
in the ash
left by the footfalls
being slowly covered by shadow.
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Wow. This does give one shivers and goosebumps as stated above. It really was a piece of art from someone who obviously has a ton of talent.
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Very good
What a good piece of poetry that gave more than one shiver of goosebumps! This piece is well penned as well as well crafted!
-Keep the ink flowing!
-Dave
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