Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Pentimenti By Kay Ryan

It's not simply
that the top image
wears off or
goes translucent;
things underneath
come back up,
having enjoyed the
advantages of rest.
That's the hardest
part to bear, how
the decided-against
fattens one larger down,
free of the tests
applied to final choices.
In this morning,
for this painting,
for instance, see how
a third arm-
long ago repented
by the artist-
is revealed,
working a flap
into the surface
through which
who knows what
exiled cat or
extra child
might steal.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

The Omen By Mammedaty, 1880-1932

Another season centers on this place,
Like memory the blood congeals in it;
And like memory, too, the sun recedes
Into the hazy, southern distance.
A vagrant heat hangs on the dark river,
and shadowns turn like smoke. An owl ascends
among the branches, clattering, remote
within its motion, intricate with age.