High Wire Venus
OFF A SIDE ROAD NEAR STAUNTON
Some nothing afternoon,
no one anywhere,
an early autumn stillness in the air,
slowly to the Blue Ridge, the quality of the country,
if you stand here long enough, you could stay
for, step into, the way a landscape, even on a wall,
pulls you in, one field at a time,
pasture and fall
pulls you in, one field at a time,
pasture and fall
meadow, high above the harvest, perfect
to the tree line, then spirit clouds and intermittent
sunlight smoky rain riding the tops of the mountains,
though you could walk until it's dark
and not reach those rains --
though you could walk until it's dark
and not reach those rains --
you could walk the rest of the day into the picture
and not know why,
at any given moment,
you're there.
Stanley Plumley
Labels: elyse ashe lord, mabel royds, paul klee, poetry, stanley plumly, wp tyson
2 Comments:
So the dark figure falls
backward, arms out and
eyes wide, through the purple
door to another
world. No hint had
been given him
that he would be called
upon and taken
into this painting.
-Micheal Palmer
love the weird juxtaposition of a poem about a landscape & images of a circus...
this is the short version of what I'd originally written- whose bright idea was it to put the "search" button right next to the "spell check" button?
lovely piece, evan. truly.
and as you say in your poem-- letting go is not always expected. to walk above the air, you could be anywhere.
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