The Ecphorizer
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"... past the circuit of the lamp's thin flame ..."
-Hart Crane, from The Bridge
It is good, late at night, to see The quietened city nestled in its rings And aureoles of circumradiance - Thousands of vaporlamps spread silently Against the dark; flung out to spiral wings To left and right; glazed with a haze-faience Like a whorled galaxy thrust on the sight Of astronauts' arcanum pendant spatial flight. Entered, the inside-out view compasses, Like dazzleclear night skies, the viewing eye. Tiered spangling sparkles, glittering in masses Or sprinkle-scattered through the voids, swing high, Or far, or near, forming veined hyalines Of faceted horizons or unplaned Black distances stretched to where dragons be: Where starfire ends upon the endless astral sea. In Rome two thousand years ago the view At three a.m. from the broad Esquiline Must have displayed a like galactic blaze Within the pressing dark; by a late few Beheld in awe. In that Augustan maze Augustus would have muffed Ovid's day-din With dreams, while Cicero's atrium glowed With deathly trespass lamps beside the Imperial Road. envoi
Light fuses San Antonian and Roman nights (Milleniums between them!) and extends One cause, merged in Promethean guardian lights That fend Night's smutch and secret darks which Psyche tends. ![]() Wes Hight, Texas Mensan, won an award from the American Poetry Association. Why are so many good poets from Texas? |
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