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Post by Ross McCague on Aug 7, 2007 14:16:45 GMT -5
What’s left when the body fades,
The face drawn to a mask?
Utterly definable through a century,
More perfectly preserved than wind-stabbed stone,
The human voice is utterly unflinching,
Nuances that survive what hardens all else.
Identity’s flag flown till death
over the besieged fort of the spirit,
A singular, rippling, breath-like form.
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Post by Shell on Aug 9, 2007 12:49:50 GMT -5
This is complex - more so than appears at first read for sure ... not that i ever read something once ... i love the way this jostles with the in/tangibility that soul in flesh .. i adore that "wind-stabbed stone" .. how profound is that?? You have duality dancing here ... enjoyed this very much!
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Post by Ross McCague on Aug 9, 2007 13:17:19 GMT -5
Philip Larkin used hyphenated adjectives to such great effect. They seem to create a larger picture of something. The duality you mention is what I hoped for alright. Thanks, Ross.
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