VII: The Paronymous Polyptotons of Love#
“πτερωτὸν τῷ πτερῷ πτερωτὸν ῥηθήσεται.”
- Categories, 7.15, Aristotle
I am an am that was an is,
a life those lives through living live,
The song that sang what singers sung
When strings from stringed lutes were strung,
Where cloven clefts with leaves of clove
The weft of weave with warp so wove.
On evening eve, the eave of eyes,
From rows of rose, began to rise,
There seeing seized to see the sight
that lit up lightened like a light:
She shined in sheen and shining shone
In binding bound beneath my bone.
At last her lashes lashed to mine,
a tale, though old, retold in time,
What sooth to say through spoken sound
but growths of green from growing ground?
In fleeing flight we fled in flood
and bled so bleeding blends our blood.
The rote of rite has written soul
That hides in hole the hidden whole.
We wound our wounds for winds unwind
To find defined a finer find.
We are an are that was a were
That whirled a world to whirl with her.
March 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
March 27, 2025 |
Rattle Poetry |
Rejected |
April 7, 2025 |
Paris Review |
Pending |
April 27, 2025 |
Frontier Misfit Competition |
Pending |