The streets are my body
or rather the wish
of the skin to put on
the grass in a gold rain
not vice-versa,
the lips twisting to allow
the tongue to play in
the broken mirror on the floor
Catches an arm
a distance
the light
at the ceiling
This kills
the lift begged
of a magical hand
I have walked a long way
traced in these pieces
an arm
a crotch The queen
of faerie guarded
by blue-winged griffins
Untouched by
Robin Blaser, “For Gustave Moreau” from The Holy Forest: Collected Poems of Robin Blaser. Copyright © 2006 by Robin Blaser. Reprinted by permission of University of California Press.
Source:
The Holy Forest: Collected Poems of Robin Blaser (University of California Press, 2006)
Born in Denver and raised in Twin Falls, Idaho, poet, editor, and essayist Robin Blaser was educated at the University of California-Berkeley. With poets Robert Duncan and Jack Spicer, he helped spark the Berkeley Poetry Renaissance in the 1940s that preceded the San Francisco poetry renaissance of the 1950s and 1960s. In 1965, Blaser met Robert Creeley and Charles Olson, with whom he later worked closely. Miriam Nichols, editor . . .
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