CONTRAPUNTAL PIECE NO. 1
A Fable of Two Thoughts
for Sally
Around the corner from where I am,
If I could tell you what love is I would
A young man stands in his waiting.
Once I thought it fleeting past my door
Down a summerās street a girl, becoming woman, comes closer.
Possessed the glimpse in the eyesā crevice.
They will seize each otherās existence.
I do not know what love is
āLady,ā he will say, āthe smell of your black hair
Suspect I never will,
The touch of your lips against my collar-bone,
Since my too brief gaze at the soul has
Attract, the strength of me.ā
Vanished between the lines of sunrise and twilight
If lovers can love and feel no shame
Ambivalence is the emotion between these lines
They can part and feel no duty.
Where sunrise and twilight guard
The soul-secret in its primeval.
CONTRAPUNTAL PIECE NO. 2
A Smile, a Hand, a Heart: Love Begins This Way
| You are on the right. |
I am on the left. |
| Opposition. |
Counterpoint. |
| THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MORALS. |
| Are you saying? |
Recommending. |
| Is it � |
Sorrow? |
| Gravel against grain, |
We counter |
| Each otherās emotion. |
Content yourself |
| THERE IS NO MODERATE GROUND. |
| Ā |
We stand at too far a distance |
| The distance is too far for hands |
Ā |
| BEST, THE HEART SPANS SPACE. |
| Does it? |
Does it. |
| Ā |
I contemplate you on hectic ground |
| Yet, if the heart gestures, the element is in the sound |
| No, in the graph that moves up, moves up, moves down |
| Speak individual, not for other men |
| Where truth resides |
Emotion is a word |
| The ear positive to hear |
The eye is sure to see |
| The tongue definite to speak |
| TRUTH, THEN, IS A STATE OF MIND. |
CONTRAPUNTAL PIECE NO. 3
ManĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Woman
I. a round
I thought as we were walking opposite ways
I thought as we were walking opposite ways
One of us might have turned, called to the other
One of us might have turned, called to the other
A sentence of reconsideration, yet, less by less
A sentence of reconsideration, yet, less by less
The obvious turn over distance withers irrevocably.
The obvious turn over distance withers irrevocably.
II. contrapuntal
Now are we of a particular hope, prisoners.
Swift, fall leaves the stone-walk.
We claw up essential ladders.
We walk down an autumn.
Despite what seems, and what is not legitimate
Nuance is an interminable path.
Let us say in recollection,
As we become the variant,
Each rung is a step toward
A strife of light,
The expanse of all our distances,
Falls cataract on our eyes
And our hopes are all that is left of a continuum.
CONTRAPUNTAL PIECES FOR CENTRAL PARK WEST NO. 4
for Tom Howard
I
Pausing in the bend of a corner
If the fiction must be told
To windowshop himself come and gone
This is the way it ought to read
There was a man walking Negro
He is sitting on wood and stone
Down where he trembled
Seeking to intrigue you with the level of his eyes
Under the edge of his mind
Deep beyond the cornea
Gazing upon prospect,
Where emotion paces this sidewalk
Realizing, alone, the night is long
Discovering a remote frailty
Being driven to companion it by twelve
He admits only to the darkness of his palm
Dimensions with that bruised secret.
Beneath an extinguished street lamp
He cripples his feet to the form of pavement,
Affords himself a dream of warmth and brandy
Knowing end is always caught in distances
To calm the effect of waiting
And beginnings lie vaguely on the tip of the tongue.
II
I suffer that body which is intimately yours
In particular moments of our genesis
Having felt you where my depth lies
He bears your pain as you his love
Deep within our separate discoveries
So much of you exists in whispers
That I confess pulse-breath
Between the dream and the act.
CONTRAPUNTAL NO. 5
In the Very Savage Fall
for Joseph Fennimore
with the most precious thing I know
In the very august of the mind
When savage fall the time of rain
The plumb that seeks the depth
In glass puddle, eyes see a room
Finds the circle hollow beneath
The exquisite e...