Tuesday, November 9, 2010

POEM OF THE DAY BY MINA LOY

Moreover, the Moon --- 


Face of the skies
preside
over our wonder.

Fluorescent
truant of heaven
draw us under.

Silver, circular corpse
your decease
infects us with unendurable ease,

touching nerve-terminals
to thermal icicles

Coercive as coma, frail as bloom
innuendoes of your inverse dawn
suffuse the self;
our every corpuscle become an elf.


-Mina Loy
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  1. BobNovember 16, 2010 at 6:02 AM

    Would be interesting if I could read it all. Please either shrink the poem or widen the blog site.

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