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Correspondences (Baudelaire)
Once I cut my finger on a growing fish's jade scales
It bled in the hibiscus tea we shared, in the belladonna
making the mystic skylights revolve above us. I thought
the dream fabric would braid your hair like seaweed,
and the mall's footlights (which I still wake up hanging
from, my second face lamplit as a geisha's corpse)
would transform you: strolling with an orchid head,
with Magritte lips and your moonlight musk. A cotillion
of myrrh hookahs tied to one another, I would think:
not the woman of the dollar, hacking in aether
filled with their mixtapes I can only snip in half,
settling on new topographies, always chillier with lunar
supermpositions, always ground in sharper crystals.
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Eumolpus
Tue, 2018-06-26 21:40
Baudelaire
a hero of mine and many others...not sure the reference to him or his famous poem which I worked on doing a masters degree in French Lit at the Sorbonne on 1970...Your poem is interesting and uses some of the sound devises of Baudelaire, but other than that I can't make the connection.
Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings
fink555
Wed, 2018-06-27 17:55
Baudelaire
had a theory of "Correspondences"--that a thing in the dream world corresponds to one in the material world.