Dante's Stones page seven
XI
Patterns of violence.
Patterns of extreme violence
and great gentleness.
Of sacrifice and of destruction.
Selfishness and selflessness.
Loyalty and piety and charity.
Evil and deceit.
Devotion and honor.
Natural fodder for the arts,
as if basic nature were really
changeable.
 
   
XII
The grey peach Paris dawn.
Some kind of truth exists
in this early morning air above ground.
Usable stuff.
Universal and timeless.
Walking in Abelard's skin.
Seeing with Baudelaire's eyes.
Borrowing Proust's nose for a while.
Or Sartre's ears.
Stealing the joys and tragedies
of the human race
and taking them home.

 

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