Stories and poems

"The metaphoric image of 'orphan lines' is a contrivance of the detached onlooker to whom the verbal art of continuous correspondences remains aesthetically alien. Orphan lines in poetry of pervasive parallels are a contradiction in terms, since whatever the status of a line, all its structure and functions are indissolubly interlaced with the near and distant verbal environment, and the task of linguistic analysis is to disclose the levels of this coaction. When seen from the inside of the parallelistic system, the supposed orphanhood, like any other componential status, turns into a network of multifarious compelling affinities.'
Roman JAKOBSON, "Grammatical Parallelism and its Russian Facet", Language, 42/2, 1966, pp. 399-429, p. 428-429

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Honeysuckle in the Well

There was honeysuckle in the well,
a promise.

A thyme bush
that didn't die
or all the things
I didn't tell you yet.

When I stop wanting
what I don't want
I swear,
I'll call you.

When our dreams
align or the
cedar strives or
the morning glory vine
opens on a day
brand new
I thought was old,
I'll tell you.

It isn't time yet.

There was honeysuckle in the well,
a promise.

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