Wednesday, October 9, 2013

On abandon, uncalled for but called forth...


Masao Yamamoto


EXTREME WISTERIA
"On abandon, uncalled for but called forth.
                                                                              The hydrangea
Of  her crushed each year a little more into the attar of  herself.
Pallid. Injured, wildly capable.
A throat to come home to, tupelo.
                                                Lemurs in parlors, inconsolable.
Parlors of burgundy and sleigh. Unseverable fear.
Wistful, woke most every afternoon
                                In the green rooms of the Abandonarium.
                                                Beautiful cage, asylum in.
Reckless urges to climb celestial trellises that may or may not
                                 Have been there.
So few wild raspberries, they were countable,
                                 Triaged out by hand.
Ten-thousand-count Egyptian cotton sheets. Intimacy with others,
                                 Sateen. Extreme hyacinth as evidence.
Her single subject the idea that every single thing she loves
                                 Will (perhaps tomorrow) die.
High editorial illusion of   “Control.” Early childhood: measles,
                                                                              Scarlet fevers;
Cleopatra for most masquerades, gold sandals, broken home.
Convinced Gould’s late last recording of the Goldberg Variations
Was put down just for her. Unusual coalition of early deaths.
Early middle deaths as well. Believed, despite all evidence,
In afterlife, looked hopelessly for corroborating evidence of  such.
                                                                                          Wisteria, extreme.
There was always the murmur, you remember, about going home."

2 comments:

Vesna said...

what a majestic poem
I hear its murmur, richness of the words and images
I am your fan forever my dear Diane, heart and soul of Theatre of Sublime
xo

diane said...

My darling Vesna, it's so good to see you.
Your presence always warms my heart.
Big hugs XO!