the ‘Blue Boy’

 

 

void the gallery appears

and its parquet

trigonometry of perspectival art

at the new century

 

what have you dispensed

withal what not

 

Admiral you have no sextant

mate no Morse Code

 

untenanted is not the sky

ridiculous

 

this I take it must be England

 

rare tenacious shrubbery

phantoms of libraries

like the one at Philadelphia

 

old men walked there

housed in doorsills

by reflection

his way as much

as to go along the narrow street

happenstance revealed to him

presently

invaluable dignity

soured curded churned

into gladness

 

this is nothing more than exile

away from summering boards

 

Michael the Archangel

sweet-tempered

better is

to know him

 

come his equal-tempered sword

gilt-lain with pithy sayings

in a tongue of fary-fire

 

as it grammaticality hath

and declensions by the tonne

some do say

 

I am no good Publican

masters mine bethought

well

 

no parson neither

wake up Pompeii faun

in Villa Getty fountains

sleep again

 

toast hills and sea

in punch

 

you’ve been there

all winedark is the sea

a phenomenon which I have often noticed

 

Odysseus sailed over

the world’s edge quite

onto the Pacific

 

the function of art

Secrets of Magic Craftsmanship

to have a formal venue

for mind and body

 

says the travelogue writer

the diary keeper

 

O scapular of might

gainst the roadways

and cold necessities

 

barked like a dog for his supper

and no bone

well the disculpations

shall begin

Father

guiding mariners

crest and fall among

lookout from thy

crow’s-nest gather

perfect measure

the sailor is not there

swept off by crashers

to sea

and gone

 

where is the ship no tell me again

by wire and wireless

I read you not

 

a tale to tell again

the doctor’s art

in the Crimea

would you like to know

would you not

 

the most delicate operation frees him

to go

you must needs find

the stitching of the whole

hangs together

 

widows and gibbets

a tableau if you like

picture

and golden myth

 

what a potherb

you can thrive on that with myrrh

and frankincense and money

 

stood the mother

stark and staring

with a pain

past bearing

another boy he says

that’s the boy

 

ladders knelt so soft in dirt

weary of us bound in tedium

decanting sixteen stars redwinged blackbirds on the thorn

whither they had sung it

so melodious

 

even comes later now

Daylight Savings are in

travel not in the dark

we arm ourselves against it

 

the moon a pleasant place must be

governing our gatherings not

nor we have not talked this way

at long heuristic themes

is Vaughan that way you ask

 

starry mechanics of art

all we have achieved

have described

 

all that good description

a task like all others

bears witness

well and good

 

keeper of the true rock in candidness

I’ve all the cards in view

my gypsy mistress wardheels

all our fortunes says this card is for a reason

next this city state our country and the world

she traces all sidereality and the planetoids

and spheres and what astronomers do not know

as when internal guidance systems true

upon the realm between Betelgeuse and the lair of Satan seeking north

and there is something to be divined ought to out of all this happy cosmos

gladder in the addition