In today's sunlight bleached ... The woman sit
Covered by modernity in a complex view -
Of purple printed dress exhaling his wit:
A purple bag juxtaposes the old with new
She seems to sit on the lowest green rows
Of hill, her mocassin boots in a blue shade
All her mystic Indianess about her flows
Like sunlight through the childlike glade.
And I before him stood a child amazed still
With the uncorrupted pastoral of his world
The unblemished lines of a rolling hill
Stretched like a strand of fencing his love unfurled
Denying the eyes temptation to things
Grander than a pink sky above it all, one
White cloud of memory like a tear brings
The absent buffalo hunters from lost horizon
Categories:
mocassin, art, history
Form: Ekphrasis
For long I gaze upon the spectacle of a child
And did not comprehend my own heart blind
To the history that left men empty and defiled
Mark how he represents the landscaped mind
Rows and rows of green like wires or a fence
Soft as innocence, and a pink sky with a white
A cloud singly rolling by. There is a deep tense
In the knowing: purple printed dress, a tight
Face not showing the missing wilderness. Things
In a purple pocketbook perhaps, but not hidden
By clouds certainly, her rawhid mocassin brings
To boot the blue shadows of memory. Laden
Lines traverse her face with time's complexity
The umbrella perhaps extolling life's modernity
But she alone in her simple world bask in light
While her world from history takes its flight.
Categories:
mocassin, art, historyworld, history,
Form: Ekphrasis