Monday, January 13, 2014

     HELEN FRANKENTHALER
     WINTER HUNT, 1958

     At the moment
     birdsong vocalizes
     is what a vision
     mingled with a black
     savor does not distance
     us in your space
     from being creation
     in art's starry reality
     at the human edge
     of time.

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