A Question for the Poem
Pipe-organ and nostril, nostrils of silent organs
as it happens in drawings by Rubens, by Watteau
that the perfect line picks up again so
that several drawings of the same thing
draw that thing in double impression,
last night for me a horse’s face above:
hive of the verb quiver to be drawn
¾ ubiquity of mouth and stroboscopic nostrils ¾
I was trying to find the right word for the nostrils’
octopus of contours, I came up with organ
and no longer could tell in the shuffle which one was like
