School - Poem

Literary Review, Fall, 2001 by Michael Farrell

school

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   beautiful all one the intelli
   gence of nothing is this the
   same is this the minutes sim
   ple administration of apricots
   compulsory one hushed one
   fast single in the self one
   dissolving magnitude clear in
   his angels realist prayers &
   on candy blue & green the scene
   arms ge shoulders offer me both
   i died just as a spirit egg
   except one of the angels chaste
   that is beautiful free of indis
   cretions shadow of the truth
   help the city tone the atti
   tudes of wind of bright leaves
   shattered a miracle toucan
   amazing each high up speech
   too with it clear you & i
   fresh to being there in a
   park we may one hushed one
   halfway glad only silence
   coolness for his canvas only
   chorus of an own aesthetic
   he enjoyed green sand beauti
   ful on the palms on his
   tread the canvas spirits ex
   pressed green my soul among
   the buildings yellow subject
   the affectionate girls rea
   lity in an atmosphere this
   odd the summer discoverer
   charmed by the cathedral a
   vase of shadow a quiet
   cry once one of many an
   xiously he felt his door & more
   imitate him let the after
   noon forget that one in time
   you & i once black & yellow
   & cold goodbye if ever our
   hearts how many things what
   things he turns what thoughts

   4 " "

   passionately his neck was an
   if ever conceived out of be
   tween a salad a sally to be
   in the moonlight mother let these
   terrible instruments on the menu
   he saw the murder the moon
   light if it could & early
   evils his nose her patience
   it made him in the past a
   poems discharge worth all good
   ness exit waking exquisite
   eyes whatever shall is said
   but what shadow whose touch
   in the words like an asking
   who began his love torment
   & his caprice is cloudy

   5 who are you

   a black cloud music a
   birdhouse froth in box
   es gross the sea eden
   linedrawing innocence
   the shadow images &
   writing as rose secrets
   the dusk the bird island
   the waves the man in
   the face the flamingoes
   i go on loving the intri
   cate you like cafes you
   were immaculate yet a
   drizzle was unintentional
   not indifferent the horse
   smart i worry detail you
   were breathing the melon
   i thought the peach was
   easily when its the love
   ly summer mystery the
   clerks the real romance
   you dance however in
   the hall proud in a
   moment wandering over
   the road help the blood
   to gloss you know our
   dreams made him sleep
   the young gingerly there
   was candy the rabbit
   the garment the cock an
   emotion no no peace

   7 lions

   lilacs pure across the land
   his face had kept him glad
   still the dream realist only
   his lost choosing among from
   thirteen was grass & this is be
   yond honey beyond delicious
   far though beyonds burns he
   the polar throat & & upon
   darkness a they cloudy can
   but be his now to & that
   the idea murderers soon is
   in more the easily & the &
   lake dwelling a there lilac
   slid he from a his key ac
   tual in eye his continent
   right by hand slow please
   recess he to asked things
   willingly within he his is
   actual thirty eye years a
   lert old to that the was
   difficulty before of we re

Michael Farrell lives in Melbourne. Living at the z was published by Vagabond Press in 2000. He has poems in Calyx: 30 Contemporary Australian Poets, Jacket, Verse, and La Petite Zine, and is the Australian editor of Slope.