Poetry

Eaton, Charles Edward

Charles Edward Eaton The Pond Do you remember those days we went fishing in the pond, Wore cut-off jeans, no underwear, Drank cola in the sun, and did not think that we must share With anyone...

...An error with the most imposing truth in it— A jeweled ring that dazzles on my finger The rich, belabored dance of those who linger Yields as little to attendance as those edges still permit...
...1 smile to see the old man in the mirror As though he saw the pond in morning glow, And knows in unforgotten places time is very slow, Waits in grave attendance at the edges of an error...
...This is a focus filled with jeweled light— We stripped, tanned beneath its magnifying glass, Felt the prism in the blood, the rainbows pass, Their colors, like a dance of seven veils, unite...
...For naked boys, the shimmering gauze— I take some comfort that it comes to me so late i The most alive of us can lie in state And break the rigid pattern of eternal laws...
...Charles Edward Eaton The Pond Do you remember those days we went fishing in the pond, Wore cut-off jeans, no underwear, Drank cola in the sun, and did not think that we must share With anyone a having to ourselves the Great Beyond...

Vol. 121 • January 1994 • No. 2


 
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