Saturday, May 18, 2019

Spring palette


Some nights such as these
in Spring
the crispest ones forebode
dramatic scenes and
will only be appeased
with warm words, the genteel kind
unlike those dark corridors linking
hollow rooms to alternate realities
and how easily
we may be misplaced inside,
one sees clearly-
Poetry possessed the palace,
the chorus charmed themselves
considering changes
are made in continuity,
contemplating,
harmonium found itself
outside sound and dancing
in full color in the deepest
dark.


Painting by Henri Le Sidaner, 'Small table in evening dusk' c. 1921 [Public domain].

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