Aug 122011
 
An idol
tall as three big men
curving lines

bridge
of the great green nose
to the still arches

drawn without motion
above the poignant half-sad
lips with the same

memory of
decayed gardens princes
lazy about the

common grounds smiling
at the women to the women the women only
faintly portrayed

by the best artists
linens
close about their bodies thin

unfraying silks
on them about them
unconsciously

as the air itself
or breathing
lightly

the final descending lines
of the chin
raising

the ogling eyes
of visitors here gathered
strangers to the courtly

past lust
back upwards thereby
putting

the whole
face into focus assembled
block by block

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