The 2River View | 22.1 (Fall 2017) |
Patricia Nelson
The light that purifies It’s not bright rain that weights The light that comes to the garden It tears wide the dusty mind and skin. Out of the Underworld From a place of hands and blindness They touch the little beaded lights They call for the windows They call for a body unimpeded in a white, clean sky. There is nothing to mark, with a sharp light, They have reached a dimension of number, rolling, but a bowl of wild music, swerves of sound and meaning. Patricia Nelson has worked for many years with the “Activist” poets in California. Her most recent book is Spokes of Dream or Bird (Poetic Matrix Press 2017).
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