Poetry:
Mapp, Erica
POEMS Erica Mapp Tarascon Diligence (Vincent van Gogh, October 1888, Aries) Circles can circumvent comprehension, Sides seem to make no sense to shape a sphere. Weary of back and forth between...
...Diffuse, it unifies the elements, Diffracting vision into colored shards, And I, ecstatic with lucidity, Feel wind move in the trees, and I am moved...
...Weary of back and forth between the worlds, Circumlocution stutters to a stop...
...The spinning wheels, dusty interior, Rusting chassis, come finally to rest On paths as insubstantial as the clouds...
...This is the different light I came to see, Now no walls hold me...
...Everyone's sleeping...
...The Garden of St...
...Close your burning eyes, Diligence is a mad dog in the sun...
...the road leads you nowhere...
...Infinite time...years fall away like leaves, I trample time, regenerated, new, Working like mad, like one who is possessed, I have found peace in work, such work is blessed...
...Remy (Vincent van Gogh, July 1889) Up closer you reproach the hostile hills The passionate impasto of their heights...
...Through open windows you transport the light, Getting the gold by way of red and green As blue departs from paint, ethereal...
...light has set me free.light has set me free...
...Retrace the way you came, Hearing the flowers snicker at your back...
...Stop fighting for perspective as the path Refuses to lie flat till you step back...
...Baffled, you contemplate the stony foot...
...The promise of the hut hidden in trees Will not be kept...
...July heat rises trembling in the sky, The sullen air, a ready tinder-box...
...Mountains at St...
...Grounded on air, the world turns upside down, The shuttered facade falls to form a bridge...
...What seemed an invitation from afar Was your own longing, prelude to your rage...
...I am in heaven looking at the sky, No ordinary path has brought me here...
...Go back...
...At last...you grasp the breath between the wheels, Convey the shadows purple as a bruise...
...You made your world impossible to scale...
...The gargoyle offers an impassive face, Puts up its massive fist, a crest, and wings...
...Paul's Hospital in Aries (Vincent van Gogh, October 1889) Let tongues of flaming color speak for me For I am struck dumfounded by the light...
...Give up...
Vol. 116 • October 1989 • No. 18
