Buffet gray marble with a deadness. It's a frantic place aglitter with rudeness. I give myself to it anyway. It's a valley in a haze of Lido legs. I take my coffee on rue de Rivoli. Against the gray, red is intense. Surfaces swell and crack. The gray breaks and bleeds into the frankness of red. But don't think you've found a logical extension of Expressionism. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CREATION by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER VOYAGE A L'INFINI by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG ASSAULT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AT THE GRAVE OF DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL ON MUSIC by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE WARMTH OF MEMORY by BERTON BRALEY BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 3. THE FIRST SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |