Commonplace
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www.common-place.org · vol. 11 · no. 3.5 · June 2011
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Poetic Research Department

Statement of Poetic Research


Dan Beachy-Quick
Conscious Allegory

The first line of this poem ends right here.

The comma should be at soberly,

The next comma should follow quietly,

As I will demonstrate. Soberly, quietly,

He wrote down the first line of his poem:

The first line of this poem ends right here.

 

Beauty kept obliterating consideration

As the sun scathes the daisies at noon.

I mean, consideration kept wanting

Obliteration to arrive, as if I might say,

By example, the word matrimonially.

Some petals are for love me, and some

 

Speak more desperately other

Imperatives. Hands, cover my wounds.

But I have no hands, only these petals of

This poem's second line concerning grammar

Is dry and without tone not on accident.

This poem circumvents that wandering

 

That happens against its own limit as if

By chance, but in this poem there are no

Accidents, no discoveries to be made,

No Cortez, no starry ken, no mask

By which I mean to say, no Magellan.

I have no petals, only these eyes that ask

 

What is All? A syllable

That threatens to explode.

Ask a volcano, What is beautiful?

The smoke says what isn't told.

But I digress as does the cloth

Of a transparent dress

 

When a woman suddenly turns

And turns again in a kind of indecision

The fabric follows late behind

The body making a choice.

How many doors in the absolute dark

Are open, and how many closed?

 

The rhetorical question never arrives

Dressed "in white." I only put it on

Around my head to distract you

As when a child points up into the air

And says, The ash is falling, the ash is

Falling, and then I am the empty streets,

 

All of them empty, of Pompeii.

I don't mean to embarrass you

With my shy ways. I sit down

At one table almost each day,

A sober, quiet, method or way

To return to the first point, a period

 

That tells the breath to end

Because the music has ended.

I don't need to wear a mask

To pretend the woman is naked

Underneath her dress. Poor daisy knows:

The first line of this poem ends here.


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