Poetry
Vito, E.B. de
E.B. de Vito Make No Mistake So much for that imbroglio, that clash . Now all the brooding ashes have erupted, the sleeping volcano wakened with a monumental quake, but even with new...
...make no mistake---what's gone is just whatever we can spare ; what's left is still whatever was always there . a bit more weathered . even battered . a touch more humbled . but intact...
...that with one end, could kill, with the other, restore to life . We live with rules that expand . shrink, stretch and bend . dimensions that inevitably extend in atmospheres of alternate cold and heat, with horizons that advance, hold or retreat . where ultimates disappear and omegas are unrelated to an end . So much for the thunders, for the storm . When angry echoes vanish in midair...
...make no mistakewhat's left is still enough of what was there . Lovers have a weapon like that of the hero . Dagda...
...intact...
...de Vito Make No Mistake So much for that imbroglio, that clash . Now all the brooding ashes have erupted, the sleeping volcano wakened with a monumental quake, but even with new hurts added to the old...
Vol. 119 • November 1992 • No. 19
