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Three Poems

Three Poems P A T M A T S U E D A gateway In the dark vine climbing the flowers to the ten-pointed star in the arch of the hands in solemn prayer in the journey of the eye to the height of the black colonnade in the tale of the boy who strums the harp in the lotus shapes of the garden fountains in the room secluded by thick Arabian curtains in the olivine waves that crash against the rock in the red and yellow roses broken from their stems in the tawdry questions of the drunken man in the tripartite name of a red-lipped girl in the song that rouses a sleeping mind in the nets we cast over His infinite forms one breath i He casts his large eye on you behind a rock, your spear raised He swims past you like the sun over the earth He pulls your soul away and you break the surface ii Your line of dead fish floats to the ocean floor and you curse me, saying it was my prayer that loosened the string iii Lean closer: if you had one breath left, what would you do? With that, http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Three Poems

Manoa , Volume 23 (2) – Mar 16, 2011

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P A T M A T S U E D A gateway In the dark vine climbing the flowers to the ten-pointed star in the arch of the hands in solemn prayer in the journey of the eye to the height of the black colonnade in the tale of the boy who strums the harp in the lotus shapes of the garden fountains in the room secluded by thick Arabian curtains in the olivine waves that crash against the rock in the red and yellow roses broken from their stems in the tawdry questions of the drunken man in the tripartite name of a red-lipped girl in the song that rouses a sleeping mind in the nets we cast over His infinite forms one breath i He casts his large eye on you behind a rock, your spear raised He swims past you like the sun over the earth He pulls your soul away and you break the surface ii Your line of dead fish floats to the ocean floor and you curse me, saying it was my prayer that loosened the string iii Lean closer: if you had one breath left, what would you do? With that,

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Published: Mar 16, 2011

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