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"Sound leads to structure." Schönberg.
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
heavy as eyelids.
Beams are laid. The master cuts music for the future.
Sound lays the structure. Sound leaks into the future.
From Miniatures. Copyright © 2002 by Barbara Guest. Courtesy of Wesleyan University Press
Someone has remembered to dry the dishes; they have taken the accident out of the stove. Afterward lilies for supper; there the lines in front of the window are rubbed on the table of stone The paper flies up then down as the wind repeats.
Each artist embarks on a personal search.
An artist may take introspective refreshment from green.
Or so they say in Barcelona when air is dry.
In our country it is a water sprinkler that hints, "rinsed green."
Colors often break themselves into separate hues
of noisetone. In a Barcelona cabaret when green is overtaken,
it is stirred into the mint color of drink.
The spirit is lifted among primary colors. Nine rows of color.
The future writ in white spaces.
Once more riding down to Venice on borrowed horses,
the air free of misdemeanor, at rest in the inns of our fathers.
Once again whiteness like the white chandelier.
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