Bruce Beasley


 


Theme and Invariants

                              

So you see I’ve begun looking after you

 

looking for you

 

looking for you, who would not see
as relentlessly as I did
what we both meant
to end

 

So that you see just as long as you’re made
to listen
to this lyre’s
monotonous strain

 

Whose head severed in the river-current,
unlooked-at & still singing
all its way downstream to Lesbos

 

Not stopped looking after
you’d already begun to look twice
in every direction but ours

 

So I turned back too, back
to what we’d both been looking
away from, looking
for

 

 

looking after, in this
aftermath of whatever
we end up calling
what we ended

 

So you see
I’ve begun
relooking
so that you see

(pluck and pluck of the lyre)

So you see I’ve begun
again
(silt
under the eyelids,
silt on the singing tongue)

looking after you





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