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ON THE NATURE OF PERSPECTIVE by CLARENCE MAJOR

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First Line: SOMETIMES THERE IS A POINT
Sometimes there is a point
without a point of view.

A train goes by nearby.
Its shadow rumbles along beside it.

Those geese are just dots
on the sky flying to Greece they say.

The clusters of Catima are Caterina
de' Medici's fingers dipped in grape.

You let them sprinkle their play
with their overlay of purple-blue.

I relax and glean the blossoms, because
I know of time chance makes a fool.

And this is the turning around
in the nick of time that catches

both the soft light and these things
off balance yet just right.


Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA
98368-0271, www.cc.press.org


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