A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Poetry: The Logic of the Pot

The logic of the pot

The logic of the pot is not
that it is immortal
that it is shaped of, baked of
clay whose age is the earth’s
(though this be true)
that man gave meaning to the mute
stuff of creation—made his own,
mirrored God’s thought
in his pot
and fired it fast.
Though this be accurate too
the logic of the pot
lies in its use, the act
giving complete
expression to the facts’



Blogger Christopher said...

I like this one. Very Imagist.

11:51 AM  
Anonymous Maggie said...

Cicily, you did it, a poem I like!

12:40 AM  

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