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Written by Mark Doty | Create an image from this poem

A Display Of Mackeral

 They lie in parallel rows,
on ice, head to tail, 
each a foot of luminosity 
barred with black bands,
which divide the scales'
radiant sections 

like seams of lead
in a Tiffany window.
Iridescent, watery prismatics: think abalone, the wildly rainbowed mirror of a soap-bubble sphere, think sun on gasoline.
Splendor, and splendor, and not a one in any way distinguished from the other --nothing about them of individuality.
Instead they're all exact expressions of the one soul, each a perfect fulfillment of heaven's template, mackerel essence.
As if, after a lifetime arriving at this enameling, the jeweler's made uncountable examples each as intricate in its oily fabulation as the one before; a cosmos of champleve.
Suppose we could iridesce, like these, and lose ourselves entirely in the universe of shimmer--would you want to be yourself only, unduplicatable, doomed to be lost? They'd prefer, plainly, to be flashing participants, multitudinous.
Even on ice they seem to be bolting forward, heedless of stasis.
They don't care they're dead and nearly frozen, just as, presumably, they didn't care that they were living: all, all for all, the rainbowed school and its acres of brilliant classrooms, in which no verb is singular, or every one is.
How happy they seem, even on ice, to be together, selfless, which is the price of gleaming.


Written by Robert Herrick | Create an image from this poem

THE PARLIAMENT OF ROSES TO JULIA

 I dreamt the Roses one time went
To meet and sit in Parliament;
The place for these, and for the rest
Of flowers, was thy spotless breast.
Over the which a state was drawn Of tiffany, or cob-web lawn; Then in that Parly all those powers Voted the Rose the Queen of flowers; But so, as that herself should be The Maid of Honour unto thee.