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Monday, July 07, 2008

Winter Light

Chiaroscuro

Five o'clock. The bright interiors
of freight forwarders' warehouses
framed in the dusk like a Rembrandt nativity
on an old postage stamp. No camels.
No baby. Planes overhead. Men with forklifts,
ordinarily wise, load cargoes
for distant lands. A single soft flake
lands on my windscreen.
The evening's first star
grows brighter in the sky.

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15 comments:

  1. A neat example of your ability to wonderfully link the grand in with the small. Love it.

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  2. Anonymous9:58 pm

    Of course, you're in New Zealand, I felt a real chill reading this, then saw the piece underneath with its snow and understood! I like the Rembrandt nativity on an old postage stamp.

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  3. Anonymous2:26 am

    All those nouns and fragments make this very evocative. Lovely.

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  4. Anonymous3:06 am

    You do a wonderful job arranging a scene of modern life, yet alluding to the timelessness of nature, light, the stars.

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  5. I like the brevity of the phrases in this piece and 'ordinarily wise' is an excellent phrase

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  6. Anonymous8:48 am

    an everyday ocurrence wrapped in the beauty of a single moment noticed...

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  7. I especially loved the last four lines, like a benediction.

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  8. What a heavenly collection of images! I especially loved the image of a Rembrandt nativity.

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  9. Comparing the wherehouse interior to a nativity scene is brilliant. Not only can I picture it as that universal image, but now I know exactly how the outside and inside lights differ.

    Makes me ready to shed this summer heat!

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  10. Anonymous11:05 pm

    This is lovely. Such an unexpected connection, the warehouse and the nativity, and handled so beautifully. I love "ordinarily wise."

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  11. Anonymous1:15 am

    Unrelated images connected so well in here!

    piece of charcoal split into splinters

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  12. Anonymous6:25 pm

    How did I not see this poem until just now? It's so great. I love the men with forklifts, ordinarily wise. That image is so unique and quirky. Yeah, so, sorry I am so late in getting here.

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  13. Anonymous10:47 pm

    You have weaved an ordinary cloth into an eternal garment.

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  14. Beautiful.
    Love the Italian title!
    Michele sent me to say hello :)

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  15. the contrasting images put me right there as i read...

    fantastic.

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