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The Earth

Jay Rogoff

Deep in a black hole see my bluest lady,

blue luminosity fixed like a jewel,

tilt 23o from vertical

the axis of her head, her upper body

and mind bent like a divining rod toward me,

allowing me latitude from pole to pole.

I hope no more than to play her footstool;

the curtains of her robe descending round me

bring night lit by aromas of the sea,

the harbors of a sunken continent

of her desire rotating hourly by our

jeweled movement. Why turn to lighter day?

Stay to rain on this mutable planet

nocturnal seed, oh nacreous seafarer.


From Poetry London No 60 (Summer 2008)

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