Three Dreams

After Rimbaud

Kathleen Boyle

 

1.

The first sign of winter
A slight undergrowth of emerald
Above the geologic accidents
Then the seashore
Cold     Quick Sharp
Then an umbrella
I throw it         Like a dart

2.

I as a wild man running
Through violet shadows
To the left
To the right
Ash faced
Through clouds of black and scarlet
Through the sounds of clover
Something round on the malecon
I’m all dressed up
I’m galloping
Once I adored my body
Is noon the opposite of midnight
Or of dawn?
Other people stroll by
On the esplanade

3.

In a desert of thyme
The only thing rising
Is sorrow
Spiders spin webs of it

 

 

Kathleen Boyle’s work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Zyzzyva, Poet Lore, Hawai’i Review, PingPong, and Rhino.

 

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