“It is all a Tree.”–Thomas Carlyle
By making things rare, we create an elite:
in the Sudan, how a chicken
is poisoned for divination.
Jung’s dream of the wings of a house —
I misread as a house with wings —
“the distorted notions of invisible things.”
Let us speak of what we haven’t seen,
the light that fills the room or
page on which words float like clouds.
How conscience gets extinguished
with threadbare slogans.
Let us now praise embryonic growth,
One thousand poems about the same cathedral,
fixations and ruses, earth-worn objects
and those who love them.
From: http://jacketmagazine.com/36/chernoff-3p.shtml
Date: 2008
By: Maxine Chernoff (1952- )
From Troubles of The World 