A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Monday, April 19, 2010

from _Fragmentary Ekphrases Based On Paintings Made By Monkeys_

[Blue and red gouache; by Julia]

To know the hiding place
of the angel
                  of incidence
but not to find it.

                     To annotate
summer’s white heart
          (     or the cricket’s
acoustical sails  )
           on the cool, unread
verso of a murmur.

Because you taught me
such saturation
       was even possible.

Because, wherever they are,
anemones of the air

    of the

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