ARS POETICA I
Appearing in front of my eyes,
words that see for themselves,
luminous translations
of Day into Book,
of Night, full, into Letter,
a waning thought
but feelings new—
their universe complete
revealed to one—
restored as a possession
to its rightful
owner.
—Flor Aguilera
Posted by dwaber at September 3, 2007 01:36 PM