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in collection, Supreme
Being, 2008,
Enitharmon, ISBN 978-1-904634-62-1
A Mind of Winter
for Wallace Stevens in March
Silenced
and sent outside
as
if the world was a child
he
wanted out of the room
the
view from the window showed
only
those cold thoughts
that
tended to comply with white
a
glaring region where his mind
took
hold of trees and bent
their
shoulders until they sighed
made
them sag knee-deep
here
and there like melted candles
stuck
to a table in an empty house
and
glowing like a pearl
placed
a hard white sun low
in
a windswept sky imagining his own
small
face on a pillow in a new-made bed
then
becoming one white quiet thing
draped
thick blankets across his knees
so
that the book he held
lightly
in his hand was spread
open
to a page where the icy
scene
was set pitiless and horizontal
until
his footprint gaping open in the snow
became
a shape he no longer recognised
letting
through a patch of green
and
it was like a holiday
he’d
been looking forward to for months
and
a keyhole to the heart.
Martha
Kapos
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