Wednesday, February 10, 2010

In relation to my life

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Constantly risking absurdity
and death
whenever he performs
above the heads
of his audience

the poet like an acrobat
climbs on rime
to a high wire of his own making
and balancing on eyebeams

above a sea of faces
paces his way
to the other side of day
performing entrechats

and sleight-of-foot tricks
and other high theatrics

and all without mistaking
any thing
for what it may not be
For he's the super realist
who must perforce perceive
taut truth
before the taking of each stance or step
in his supposed advance
toward that still higher perch
where Beauty stands and waits
with gravity
to start her death-defying leap
And he
a little charleychaplin man
who may or may not catch
her fair eternal form
spreadeagled in the empty air
of existence

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