Thursday, September 19, 2013

Arethusa's mirth still foaming




for Jeff Harrison



one water moving ghostly and entering another
for as seeing she entered seeing and seen
the vision as all-shaped surrounding form
and her warning scorned as a cup full
for what roared as loud for pity as a sturdy spring
the hushed places engulfed their namings

as in the underworld where theory finds its news
to spread and to stay how many times has the
waterer passed through our formidable decay
its name cannot consume the motion
and though both are chaste and pure
the coinage remains and homage looms

twisting mingling tangling fondling
in the mangled chasing which brings
the seeing into singing's urn yclept
as sweat not swept moves onward
the cleopian geloma set
as mirror to the spring