Poetry
Clancy, Joseph P.
Joseph P. Clancy The Resurrection of the Words Quiet-voiced ironists still rule the day. They deconstruct the texts we trusted in. Those words must end their dancing, come what may. Their fine...
...They proclaim a world...
...They bid us to obey The loves that call us, and the voice within, Though quiet-voiced ironists may rule the day...
...She could not doubt its origin...
...Their fine contraptions catch no flies...
...When quiet-voiced ironists rule the day, The Word will go on dancing, come what may...
...The worst has already happened," she heard Him say, "And that has been repaired...
...Julian of Norwich heard that Voice gainsay Despair...
...Just as we're on the brink of giving in Our words insist on dancing, come what may...
...Quiet-voiced ironists rule the day: There's no there there to celebrate, they say...
...It set her words to dancing, come what may...
...A grey Mirror is all the spider self can spin...
...Faith's where poems begin...
Vol. 119 • December 1992 • No. 22
