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Elizabeth Martina Bishop
Author, Performance Poet, Choreographer, Visionary Artist
Love, having no object and no face
If she the one reclaiming dreaming
In momentary time and place,
With her cloak of many colors, still soldered on,
Yet, I still honor my memory of her, the Beloved,
Is she still the one belonging to the human race.
The door was already closed, Goddess left open.
Who could reverse the river?
Already flowing Into the beautiful mask of summer,
Words misshapen and misspoken.
Fear, how did this happen?
Nothing so beautiful as this fear.
This fear of love, this fear of time forever misspent and broken.
Of late, my heels bend and burn
Before an unfeeling incline,
Marked by pock-marked
Desert landscape filled
With deciduous apricot orchards.
Each of the whorls of my fingertips
Numbed, are now sent reeling backward.