Sidney Beck Poet Imagism

Heavy Hair

HEAVY HAIR



Blackness  without astral shine
With  weight:  not color  or texture, but heaviness
To withstand the breeze that ripples a blonder shock,
It moved as one, no gap between any pair 
Of its black praetorians.
Infinite and dimensionless  against the black  matt  coat
They disappeared measureless,
Could not be defined, only accepted.
Pendulum-like  as the train swung,
They  swung slow and well-disciplined,

Each strand unidentifiable as the seconds in a day;  
Yet each contributed 
Crucially to the orchestration  -
Uncountable, but none might be ignored.
Strands of time are all known to Time’s creator.

As in a dream not yet dreamt,
A potential vision  not even focused, 
Controlled but impossible.
The sort of dream Mozart  might  have had:
Unscored yet existing.


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NOTE

Written in admiration of a young woman’s black hair observed on a crowded train-ride

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