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Self-abnegation
to live sufficiently
is to have nothing to find
myself in
I will not see in any theater
a play better than what
I let be
Poems on the topic: theater
Poems on the topic “theater” on Poets.by.
Psalm 19:2
Night showed morning
as in a theater
the still of the void,
which she had let drop
into me.
Theorbo
A theorbo
is as good as
a captain of
a theater,
a woman in
men’s clothes,
the best legs,
an alehouse,
a hit,
a hand-
some urn.
Talk therapy
My mouth is
a theater, the first
play I never saw,
the first I was
weary of—so dead
that I could
not sleep.
News junkie
Morning papers exchange discontent
for a great store of tattle
and God knows what—
a mad theater.
Think of the trouble we go through
to see what will remain
of all our expectations.
Decoration
On the Gold Coast Theatre building, a concrete mask
pretended to moan. Or sing? We weren't sure which.
We deduced it despised a violin and bells
hanging below it, an architect’s tacky gifts.
There was concrete. There were bricks, glass, wood.
To these we donated our need of symbol,
our weakness for decoration. Our bodies
represented us in front of the old Gold Coast,
which had left behind its design in order
to become. We are there no more, have scattered
to a heresy of heres. Our memories are
synaptic masks that pretend to moan—
or sing? We’re not sure which. Our memories
design an architecture of absence.
Describe a feeling — we’ll find a poem
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