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EDUCATED

He reads voraciously

to his young children,
beguiled, somewhat bewildered 
by sweet progeny's relentless 
leaching of his words, his hungry baby 
birds, how their peeps teach.

He reads sporadically
 
to his father, articles from the paper, 
headlines and bylines for his dad 
has cataracts, now, and velum 
hands shake newsprint, make a rattling 
sound, too like the quiver of cloistered 
skeletons,  all those remains, 
                          all those remains.
There is wisdom in comics, he's found, 
bucolic rings so like old church bells,
tutoring fields through fog.

He still tries to read

his wife,
shared history in eyes,
the geography of long sighs, that topography 
of belly,  yes, yes, a theology 
that spills from parted lips;
bless each rumpled sheet, that chemistry 
which repeats poetry, spoken 
                         in a dialect, so rare. 


He remembers reading an encyclopedia 

in the face of a beggar, once, 
prophetical sparks from high brows — 
crossed currents;  a lifetime recorded, 
an unbound edition, A through Z
but when he carefully turned to C,
he'd found a full entry 
on compassion and charity.

Soon, he'll no longer read music notes

through a soft blur, playing guitar 
for one a thousand times more educated 
then he, this twelve year old girl, 
this preteen, dying, her heart 
an open lecture hall, her smile, 
pure academia. May she ever be 
opus angelorum, that reaches, 
will ever reach, far past 
                        mere hospice walls.




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  1. Date: 1/14/2014 8:25:00 PM
    I wonder if you've read these pieces? "La servante au grand coeur dont vous étiez jalouse"(The Kind-Hearted Servant of Whom You Were Jealous over) is an even stranger poem if one knows the personal back-story. Very tragic, but hauntingly beautiful. -- "L'Amour et le Crâne" (Love and the Skull) -- "Abel et Caïn" has a weird twist to it. -- "Tristesses de la lune"(Sorrow of the Moon) has a beautiful ending. -- "L'Albatros" is scathingly painful for poets to read lol.

    Aechtner Avatar Chris D. Aechtner
    Date: 1/14/2014 8:29:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Obviously a proper translation from French to English is important when dealing with a writer such as Baudelaire because his word choices are so layered and complex, even with some of his poems that appear simple on the surface.
  1. Date: 1/14/2014 8:23:00 PM
    I might as well leave this comment here since it was educated men who helped open my eyes to the work of Baudelaire. Very neat that you are reading him. Charles Pierre is overshadowed by people like Hugo and Rimbaud, even though Baudelaire helped to drastically change the face of all modern art; his mind and soul helped free poetry from its Aristocratic prison. He isn't given enough credit for being a pivotal force in the vers libre movement.

  1. Date: 1/13/2014 11:53:00 PM
    Cyndi, you did a wonderful job highlighting the type of teacher who I want, and have been blessed to have at times in my past -- the type of teacher who is so much a student of life, he(using "he" since you are), wants his students to become better than himself, continuing the cycle with even stronger links. An instant fav.

  1. Date: 1/13/2014 4:48:00 PM
    Saw this on the blog...to be honest, I don't quite understand all of it, but I DO think it's lovely ...and a little sad...Caleb