The "dazed flower" sentence is stolen shamelessly from a song by Fauré: c'est le premier matin du monde, comme une fleur confuse exhalée dans la nuit ...




Heaven

Blue heaven, wide heaven. The heaven of postcards. Rays of sun spilling forth from an evangelical heaven. Penelope's smile, Serena's slippers.

Heaven in the active valley, heaven on the passive mountaintops. There was Karen, and the girl that looked like Karen. Sixteen parcels of heaven. A robin spoke to Robyn in robin-language. Spacious farmhouse heaven. And Cynthia's baseball cap. And energy, and winter, and purple petals, rose-petals, petals from the spotted lily. Heaven strewn like pearls among the glossy magazines.

The frantic precision of commercial heaven. And the voice of beatitude, impinging upon our affairs, restoring purity. First morning of the world, a dazed flower whispered into the night.

Heaven and an accidental psalm. Heaven and October memories. Bumblebees, the lecture-hall, a celestial voice saying "Hey!" Abstract heaven of the art gallery.

The heaven of laughter is a most acceptable heaven. The heaven of tears is a most acceptable heaven.

The heaven of poets with their particolored stanzas, their kinetic rhymes, their unassuming amphibrachs! And the heaven of painters, their colours composing heaven, a polychromatic song, a hinting picture, an opus of heaven.

Silence and pine-trees. Starlight. Kimberly, Tracy, Aisha, the heaven of peaceful names. Heaven of Kobayashi and his dewdrops, heaven of autumn wind. Forest Hills Cemetery, where Estlin lies buried. The heaven of Petrarch, of Laura, of the sonnets of centuries past.

 

 

2003





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Written on 2017-10-11 at 08:01

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Absolutely heavenly! I enjoyed everyone of your heavens, which are each person's heaven too if we learn to appreciate all we have. A little borrowing can be forgiven in such a celestial poem. I loved it!
Ashe
2017-10-12