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Poems - 1. November in the Square

The color was of fogged windows and steel,
Or a mercury lake, across which swam
Ripples of a silent V, gliding southward
And skyward like fluttering playbills
Expunged from a theatre archway, advertising to the snow
A matinee of The Dying Swan this Wednesday at noon, a time
For girls with cigarettes to wait at the Café Rusticana,
The small orange lights of their mouths the closest thing
To stars beneath such a sky. And yet this host
Recognizes nothing that is there: the color
That din of water
Cut into streaks by wings and a knobbed head
Reckless with wild, unthinking joy.

Copyright © 2010 corvus; All Rights Reserved.
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Can you believe I lost my comments lol, here I will try again.

 

 

November in the Square suggests and implies a familiarity with a time and place. The opening lines speak of the weather. Common enough. It is winter and there is a theatre on this square. There is wind maybe and there is something passing this way going south. This all leads to and alludes to a performance of the The Dying Swan. (Google to remember the ballet and the poem.) Time again. Wednesday at lunch time. The mundane. A time for girls to smoke at the Cafe Rusticana (Another google for the opera and short story?) No one notices the beauty that passes this way.

 

Is this a commentary? About the love of art? About a life changed by art? About a world that lets beauty pass for a sad moment of addiction?

 

Did you go to the ballet Corvus? Did you die in joy for a life of beauty? Did you reawake in the world?

 

These is a different review, maybe the lost first one was better, who knows

 

I like the poem. And I will give it a rep when I have one available promise.

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