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Wednesday, 19 October 2011

300 The Ascensions William Pillin

300 The Ascensions William Pillin
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You, Marc Chagall, requisite be expert to unequivocal us

what was cremated in Thor's ovens,

you who were unfailingly drawing ascensions.

The ascensions of accounting violinists,

the ascension of white-gowned brides,

the ascension of beside yourself donkeys,

of lovers, of bouquets, of golden cockerels,

ascensions dressed in the clair-de-lune.

O this extreme

out of shanties and cellars!

the folk spirit climbing

straight trickery alphabets,

straight magical facts,

to a purposeless in bluest realms.

The ascension

(from sewers, dives, back-alleys)

of folk-songs to the new moon,

to the chow down of lights,

to the silences of Friday day's end...

... and fast

in the repose of steppes

a thin column of vapors climbing

and following that

no better-quality ascensions

* * *

No better-quality ascensions!

Morally stone chimneys

boringly clinging

to the earth of Poland.

Not even a brand name saying:

Into the Zhids

en-masse ascended