Eventual Horizon

By Mark Tardi Mark Tardi
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there is no door, almost nothing, oblique figures
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beneath the columns of false marble
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returned, removed, moonless as an estimate, circle dancing
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like a mineral
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possibly a raised sanctuary
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verse 7 informed my lingering curiosity
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pallor than grass
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was not red (J’ai ta lettre datée “En Mer”)
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minor litanies
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misshapen pearl, problem or promise
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walls & windows, crawling graveyards
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Do not write this version.
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The manuscript has been lying for centuries
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groaned or grunted. passed on
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was it Sappho or Telesilla
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the space between re- and in-
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a long-broken line.
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is it or is it or not either
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of some oblate vessel
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of some ageless stone
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alabaster or avenue
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pressed perhaps, or rather
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This will be counting.
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This will be the blank new page
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(C should have been inserted above)
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compressed & chromatic, semi-tones & minor ninths, broken chords
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polysemous, radiating. If there were
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Two mirrors stare at each other
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terse. (“a dactyl equals a spondee” or “one citadel equals two cities”)
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straight lines blocks boxes binds
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models originally real deathless
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the principal protagonist was never painted
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forgotten or perhaps the opposite
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reliquary jar in the shape of a jar
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symphonies on a dead left hand
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spent horses & hyphens
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taut fibers
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of nows millimetric measure reciprocal blues
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equivocal and faint
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with no organs
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A child’s dream of a mouth—fugue fingers
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vertical to the horizon
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(someone was mumbling about 76 ways of looking at a black word)
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of the no need of the moon to shine in it
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It was not a story to pass on.
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mummified intact neutral tones in turn
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moving towards
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Mark Tardi, “Eventual Horizon” from Euclid Shudders. Copyright © 2003 by Mark Tardi. Reprinted by permission of Litmus Press.

Source: Euclid Shudders (Litmus Press, 2003)

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Poet Mark Tardi

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

Subjects Arts & Sciences, Poetry & Poets

Poetic Terms Free Verse

Biography

Poet and translator Mark Tardi grew up in Chicago, Illinois and earned his MFA in creative writing from Brown University. His collections of poetry include the chapbooks Part First—Chopin’s Feet (2005) and Airport Music (2005), as well as the full length collections Euclid Shudders (2003) and Airport Music (2013).

Tardi’s Polish heritage led him to an early interest in Polish poetry, and he was a 2008–2009 Fulbright Senior . . .

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SUBJECT Arts & Sciences, Poetry & Poets

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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