Saturday, August 1, 2015

FREDERICK SEIDEL ~









V E R M O N T




The attitude of green to blue is love.

And so the day just floats itself away.

The stench of green, the drench of green, above

The ripples of sweet swimming in a bay

Of just-mowed green, intoxicates the house.

The meadow goddess squeaking like a mouse

Is stoned, inhales the grass, adores the sky.

The nostrils feed the gods until the eye

Can almost see the perfume pour the blue.

A Botticelli ladled from a well,

Your life is anything you want it to —

And loves you more than it can show or tell.



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Frederick Seidel
Going Fast
Farrar, 1998









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