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strichopher — Twitching Season
Published: 2003-03-04 05:36:51 +0000 UTC; Views: 78; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 7
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One's a sealed vialof nothing
but radiant gold,
Only paint,
treasure gathered
in the dimestores
of Manhattan,
but it doesn't matter,
this work- this city-
lives for the glamour
we make of whatever's
here. What's gold
but a physical
species of joy?
Venice is a world
of things he- and you- would cherish:
a jeweler's window Byzantine with mosiacs,
a chilly galaxy you'd have worn,
its glitter restrained by the intimate alley
where jewelry's all that torches the dark.
Comments: 3
it's so melancholy. i get an empty space full of things that are stereotyped to be beautiful. but thats just it. the depth of the poem portrays the lack of depth of this image.
i think i am reading it correctly, and if that is so, i agree with the poetry. i take it and sort of play with it in my head and i get the image of someone painting mediocre things in gold as if to say, you are here, therefore be glamorous. you can mean nothing but if you shine in the dark then you will be seen. hah, its the lack of depth behind the ostentatious. its not too elaborate with words, which in your case is a very good thing. it doesn't need to get complicated to be expressed. i like it! ^_^
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a very intriguing poem, the structure and style is inspiring. good imagery 
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