Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Henriade

"'We were sullen in the sweet air that rejoices in the sun, carrying within ourselves a sluggish smoke; now we are sullen in the black mire.'"
-Canto 7, lines 121-124, Inferno -La Divina Commedia 




One, two, three...
a white half-buttoned shirt.

four, five, six...
a house that sprang from magazine leaves.

seven, eight, nine...
flashes of yellow and green.

ten, eleven...
dagger at hand.

twelve...
a half yard distance. 

thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...
17 battalions of navy. 

sixteen, seventeen...
swirls of caramel.

eighteen, nineteen, twenty...
a fallen bucket of spits. 

twenty one...
a pupil. 

twenty two, twenty three...
a blackened rainbow of sleepless days. 

twenty four...
a frail voice of andare in fallimento.  





Trail back the counting. But never stop to One. 




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"Henriade" by François-Marie Arouet
 

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