| | Experiment in Iambic Pent., and Reflections
"It is standard procedure for a college’s faculty
to be relatively stable from one year to the next. Academia is not a
field wherein high turnover is the norm."
It was somewhere in the middle of March,
April was not too far off, and the smell
Of near fruit, far-off, too far to impose
Itself on the senses, blew through the dawn.
At least it looked like dawn. Some evenings are
Obstructed by windows - and appear
Through darkened (a word that always implies
Someone who darkens) glass to be growing
Lighter, while the last rays of sun sink down.
In the night sky they are stars - but this is
Too convenient a metaphor. Stars fall
(or fell) after all. Sometimes I wonder
Inwardly whether this is not God's last
Terrible blessing, or whether those who
Offer this consolation - "Perhaps things
Will be best if they go" - are not more right
Than even they had anticipated.
Time to look back and watch the stars go out.
After a while, after I have made up
My mind once again: I realize that
Through the darkened glass, evening is only
A drapery over the next dawn. Those
Machinations and slanders are but dust
Making the stars glimmer in the night sky.
Then I look harder, for I would not be
Taken in again: and realize that
The sun has come up and the stars remain.
--D
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| | Posted 3/31/2007 6:55 PM - 2 comments
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