Alchemy

By Jason Guriel Jason Guriel

Heifetz’s Decca recordings show him doing what he did best: transforming two- and three-minute trifles into works of perfection.
—John Maltese

Imperfect things are always—
it seems—a wave
of some wand away
from perfection.
They’re there—the toady
and the bumpy
with warts—for turning   
into princes. Even pumpkins—
propped upon
piles of lumber—
idle like unupholstered
carriages up on cinder
blocks. But a trifle’s potential—
its capacity for alchemy, actually—
can leave you longing
for lead. So many things
you think are Prince Hals
are really just kings.

Source: Poetry (July/August 2008).

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This poem originally appeared in the July/August 2008 issue of Poetry magazine

July/August 2008
 Jason  Guriel

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Jason Guriel's new collection of poems is Pure Product (Véhicule Press, 2009). He lives in Toronto.

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