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moving to the back of the train
how long-ago answers
from when history was not designed
to record the same way as say
a color or a pain today
become much more essential
now that the memory bombs
drop in clusters
of vague sensations –
blended reconstructions
balled up
in before and later
or smoothed in the blur of
sometime on or about
like summer flowers
flattened in a book without a date
brought to light by a random visit
to Pound’s ABC of Reading
finding a violet pressed
against his instructions
for charging language with meaning:
phanopoeia, melopoeia, logopoeia
the violet pressed there why
in such a slim volume except
it would be preserved
by its neighbors – the Guide
to Kulchur on the one side and
The Cantos on the other
how could I have imagined
in 1963 or 4 that I would have
positioned the charge of images
sounds and mingled words
in such a frail subconsciousness
moved by where those flowers grew
and I was plucking them – returning to
check the publication –
second printing of the 1960 first edition –
and the primal question of that season:
does the word dictate
the experience we articulate?
as in,
do the words find it for us
or do we find the words for it?
oh, dear violet, oh, dear Ezra, where
was I and what feelings are these
that now grace this retrograde
illumination?
Robin Eichele
February 2019