{"id":15006,"date":"2023-03-14T12:40:42","date_gmt":"2023-03-14T12:40:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/?p=15006"},"modified":"2023-03-14T12:40:42","modified_gmt":"2023-03-14T12:40:42","slug":"poetry-marc-di-saverio-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/2023\/03\/14\/poetry-marc-di-saverio-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry: Marc Di Saverio"},"content":{"rendered":"

SONNET XIV
\n<\/strong>for Diane Windsor<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

When I was still the husband of the wind —
\nwhen I was Leopardi-sure I\u2019d never
\nknow a woman\u2019s body\u2019s ways — when I
\nwas nineteen \u2013 when I was Prufrock-positive
\nof mermaids never singing to me, either,
\nof a life without betrothal or progeny \u2013
\n–<\/span> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 when I was one of the hideously-bodied —
\n–<\/span> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When I was still the husband of the wind,
\n–<\/span> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I would dream, like Pygmalion, of my donna perfetta,
\n–<\/span> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 One whose soul was as beauteous as her body,
\n–<\/span> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 One whose nature was sublime but unlikely,
\n–<\/span> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and I would dream that she would come to life,
\n–<\/span> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 that she would meet me at the brow, and love me, and now,
\n–<\/span> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 beside you, awake while you sleep, I see: she is you.<\/p>\n

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FRAGMENT FOR A HEAVEN-FARER<\/strong><\/p>\n

for Diane Windsor<\/p>\n

According to that Acolyte who some say saw the Second Coming —
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 no greater love can a man have than this \u2014
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 than to lay down his life for his friend;
\nAccording to that Acolyte who some say saw the Gallops of Glory —
\nno greater love can a man have than mine \u2013
\nI\u2019m warming outside James Street store-fronts where once
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 our sea-sky-lips would,
\nstunning passers-by, horizon their romance-less eyes with
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 each of our own perfect kisses;
\nI\u2019m slumming throughout air-stung hoar-frosts where once
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 our sea-sky lids would,
\nshunning passers-by, thunderclap their romance-less hearts with
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 each of our own perfect visions \u2013
\nYet, take thought: the adversary\u2019s maximum extensions are harpoons
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 he swears are darts of amities knee-
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 jerkingly flung automatically as beams toward their
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 midnight moons, or smiles of mothers
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 whose conditionless love so helplessly blooms in the faces
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 of red-eyed teens all synch-ly slouching at their court-hearing.
\nI surmise The Devil has not heard, and I hope, Diane, you\u2019ll finally know:
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 calm can only come by the one called
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 that violet-eye-light-beaming Jesus Christ \u2013
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and, that, Lucifer, like a late autumn wasp with stinging wings
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 frosting in the twilight, KNOWS his death is near,
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 so he quavers in fright, privately, yet, publicly,\u00a0 like he does now,
\njabs a maximum of souls, which he considers his birthright;
\nAnd, take thought: I often wonder if you,
\nyes, Job-long-suffering you, weeping-willow-boughs
\n-amid-the-winter-wind-unassuming you, ever
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 owned the value to wonder: Might I be one to write as
\nfast as the Almighty
\nspeaks, might I be the Stenographer of the Lord, never even needing
\nany breaks (O Lucifer,\u00a0 YOU believe
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 that you will beat her hand at any sort
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 of duel? Her hand is guided by the hand of God! O Lucifer,
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 she is ready!) So, Di, when you face him, Eastwood-easy,
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 DRAW!;
\nAnd, take thought: the force that drives my spirit drives your own,
\nyet the spirit of Satan dives
\nlike Iscariot dove from the rope-ripped-bough throughout the Hour
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Of Shadows.\u00a0 Remember,
\nSatan, regardless of his wishes, despite being SMALL g god of this
\nworld, is merely the prop-foil-prelude
\nsecondary of so many myriad dualities created by
\nThe Trinity, his eventual Bermuda Triangle, until whose disappearance,
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 is the mere adversary, the saw-weight
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 of the see-saw, the one alone the Lord esteems enough
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 to consider the clearest, but maybe not His most fearsome opponent,
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 who has darkness both behind and before
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 him! So how, Diane, is he even a Light-Bearer,
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 since, wherefrom comes his light? He KNOWS
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 he is finite \u2013 he worships the finite, so how can he be
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 bright \u2014 especially in the face of your light, woman-of-my-dreams-
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and-of-the-the-dreams-within-my-dreams?<\/p>\n

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SONNET XIII
\n<\/strong>For Diane Windsor<\/em><\/p>\n

Even the time I spend apart from you
\nis yours. Even scarcely tenable
\nquavers of your smiles are seen to the
\nwhole world inside my electric soul,
\neven the memory of your voice\u2019s lower-
\nmost echo, blasts away any noises, accompan-
\nies me through the loneliest, hollow silences.
\nEven your Galatean shadow is bodied – and souled —
\nin my heart. Even the time I spend apart
\nfrom you is yours.\u00a0 Even others with
\nyour name, are more forgivable
\nto me. Even Angels of the Light
\ndiscuss us, I believe. Even
\nawake beside you sleeping, I cannot dream.<\/p>\n

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A SONNET ON EPHESIANS 5:25
\n<\/strong>for Diane Windsor<\/em><\/p>\n

And how you modern readers wonder why I call her thee?
\nIt is because you\u2019ve never seen or known her apogee.<\/em><\/p>\n

And at the crucifixion-slow-mo-mentioning
\nof me and you, the lovers of future Valentine\u2019s
\nDays will wonder, Romeo and who? No greater
\nlove can a man have than this: than to lay down his life for his friend;
\nNo greater love can a man have than mine; for you I laid
\ndown my life, and for you I\u2019d lay it again \u2013 able by
\nthe aegis of the Lord, without whom I would be gone\u2026
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 If I did not, if I do not, if I
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 would not so strive to love you just as Jesus
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 loves His Bride, I\u2019d flee from thee as the Devil
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 fled the moment after he thirdly sought
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 to tempt I AM; Calvary\u2019s my only
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 guide to loving thee, so my heart beats
\n–<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Di-ane, Di-ane, Di-ane, Di-ane, Di-ane.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

SONNET XIV for Diane Windsor When I was still the husband of the wind — when I was Leopardi-sure I\u2019d never know a woman\u2019s body\u2019s ways — when I was nineteen \u2013 when I was Prufrock-positive of mermaids never singing to me, either, of a life without betrothal or progeny \u2013 – \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 when I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":253,"featured_media":15008,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[1396,1436,1449,5833,5834,5836,5839,5842,5846,7341,8155],"class_list":["post-15006","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-cassandra-voices-global-poetry","tag-cassandra-voices-new-poetry","tag-cassandra-voices-poetry","tag-marc","tag-marc-di-saverio","tag-marc-di-saverio-art-work","tag-marc-di-saverio-cassandra-voices","tag-marc-di-saverio-poet","tag-marc-di-saverio-sonnets","tag-poetry","tag-saverio"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15006","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/253"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15006"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15006\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15006"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15006"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15006"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}