PORTRAIT OF PROUST
Before a baroque mirror
a draw of love letters
and invitations on the floor
clocked by disappointments
a Paris novelist unbowed
in a rhythm of recurred phrases
of his recalcitrant time
in a stop watch
by the desire for language
to lull his memory back
affixed to ivory walls
his insomnia
essaying any absence
of embarrassment.
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