Morph

Morph. What a GREAT word. And appropriate, given the time of year (Halloween) and my current state of being (in-flux, constantly). Anyone else know what I’m talking about when I say that grad school is blowing my mind? Yeah. So here’s a little tid-bit of poemy goodness to give a glimpse of how I’m feeling… not to mention that Robert Duncan was my professor’s colleague/mentor in the Poetics Program. Wild.

What I Saw

BY ROBERT DUNCAN

The white peacock roosting
might have been Christ,
featherd robe of Osiris,
the radiant bird, a sword-flash,
percht in the tree
and the other,    the fumed-glass slide
—were like night and day,
the slit of an eye opening in
time
vertical to the horizon
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