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by Marilyn L Taylor | |

Subject to Change

  A reflection on my students

They are so beautiful, and so very young
they seem almost to glitter with perfection,
these creatures that I briefly move among.
I never get to stay with them for long, but even so, I view them with affection: they are so beautiful, and so very young.
Poised or clumsy, placid or high-strung, they’re expert in the art of introspection, these creatures that I briefly move among— And if their words don’t quite trip off the tongue consistently, with just the right inflection, they remain beautiful.
And very young.
Still, I have to tell myself it’s wrong to think of them as anything but fiction, these creatures that I briefly move among— Because, like me, they’re traveling headlong in that familiar, vertical direction that coarsens beautiful, blackmails young, and turns to phantoms those I move among.

by Elizabeth Bishop | |

The Unbeliever

 He sleeps on the top of a mast.
- Bunyan He sleeps on the top of a mast with his eyes fast closed.
The sails fall away below him like the sheets of his bed, leaving out in the air of the night the sleeper's head.
Asleep he was transported there, asleep he curled in a gilded ball on the mast's top, or climbed inside a gilded bird, or blindly seated himself astride.
"I am founded on marble pillars," said a cloud.
"I never move.
See the pillars there in the sea?" Secure in introspection he peers at the watery pillars of his reflection.
A gull had wings under his and remarked that the air was "like marble.
" He said: "Up here I tower through the sky for the marble wings on my tower-top fly.
" But he sleeps on the top of his mast with his eyes closed tight.
The gull inquired into his dream, which was, "I must not fall.
The spangled sea below wants me to fall.
It is hard as diamonds; it wants to destroy us all.