Pickpocketed Sonnets: Black Chords upon a Dulling Page

The Fortune Teller by Georges de la Tour

The Fortune Teller by Georges de la Tour

 

 

My light is spent dicing time,

shaking against the cold,

splintering, breaking

bare ruined choirs.

 

Pitched past pitch

of burning roof and tower,

white rush, vowels ploughed,

rebuffed, cliffs of fall frightful.

 

Fainting I follow;

my heart hides

the nothing that is not there

and the nothing that is.

 

This vain travail hath wearied me sore.

All I know into the dark is a door.

 

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Sampled poets: Lou Brogan, Johnny Milton, Will Shakespeare, Bob Hayden, Gerry Hopkins, Willie B, Shay Heaney, Will Owens, Wally Stevens, Tom Wyatt

 

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