This Charming Man

A study in poetics and dislocation

theparisreview:

You’ve been away, your hair blond from sun—
not seeing you servesthe opposite effect,distance gives over to intimacy.
The wake from a boat. The city anchoredacross the river, a series of shadows.I crumple the paper from an ice cream cone.Your hand rests on the iron arm of the bench.
Is this what the endaffords—no further use for worry?
It’s getting dark earlier again;there won’t be many more days as mild as this.Let’s sit here a little while more.
—David Semanki, from “East River.” Art: Charles H. Davis.

theparisreview:

You’ve been away, your hair blond from sun—

not seeing you serves
the opposite effect,
distance gives over to intimacy.

The wake from a boat. The city anchored
across the river, a series of shadows.
I crumple the paper from an ice cream cone.
Your hand rests on the iron arm of the bench.

Is this what the end
affords—no further use for worry?

It’s getting dark earlier again;
there won’t be many more days as mild as this.
Let’s sit here a little while more.

David Semanki, from “East River.” Art: Charles H. Davis.

theparisreview:

Once the time goes, it’s goneAnd no wisdom can retrieve it.
Grave thoughts bear the mind down.And the body has no choice but to follow.
It comes down to yes or no, and pain’s in backof every choice that turns to act.
What I find in the night, other than darkness.In the darkness, other than light.
Solace. What a lovely word.Solstice. What a lovely word.
—Mark Rudman, from “Solitaire.” Art: Sean McFarland.

theparisreview:

Once the time goes, it’s gone
And no wisdom can retrieve it.

Grave thoughts bear the mind down.
And the body has no choice but to follow.

It comes down to yes or no, and pain’s in back
of every choice that turns to act.

What I find in the night, other than darkness.
In the darkness, other than light.

Solace. What a lovely word.
Solstice. What a lovely word.

Mark Rudman, from “Solitaire.” Art: Sean McFarland.

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