Sure, there is a hierarchy of worlds here, one place is above or below another. Cap Roux is up the coast beyond, say, Beaulieu and below Eze. Angels with dog-faces float in chariots, spinning through clouds on golden wheels. You're not likely to find the divine world up there. Those carriages are on their way to that place where earth meets the world of action. I cannot consult Ezekiel. I'm confined to the speedway along the blue coast. Even if Jacob's ladder is dropped it will not work. I am mineral, molecular. Cells. Though I try I excel at none of those systems. So read Rimbaud to me. Decorate my house with Baudelaire's dead flowers. Roll me in the sand at Monte Carlo. 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...TO JOHN KEATS, POET, AT SPRING TIME by COUNTEE CULLEN ON EXPLORATION by JAMES GALVIN THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 105 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WINTER, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AFTER THE SOIREE by F. R. D. B. URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM BASSE PSALM 26. JUDICA ME DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE GHELUVELT; EPITAPH ON THE WORCESTERS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |