A Light Shaft of the Ideal Absorbing the Entire Life In Concentrated Aspiration
A Light Shaft of the Ideal Absorbing the Entire Life In Concentrated Aspiration
On the side of a fractured fountain
Grow strange berries from the clinging soil
To the credit The Zephyr, maddened and beautiful
Still streaming, applies its own escape velocity
To rhythmic chambers hidden inside one’s
Signature pattern,
No matter, cheerful
And expectant
Or perhaps corkscrewing out from a naked patch of air
Like a strange micro-comet seeking its own fulfilment
All streaming gay lights and colors
Song still caught in the breath
Eyes glazed with happiness
Or better still from a grey metal and glass array
Or from the lips of boldly spoken promise
And from the still lingering waves of wheat
before they are yet sheaf
Pages taken from auspicious journals
Like lakes flood the interior of one’s heart
When throughout taught suspension
An exact waiting between the things said
Stanley Gemmell, poemSPRING 2012
As the fever thins the polluted rains fall
the slain, white tiger’s soul resides immortal inside of a ruby
that the beautiful woman has set on
her naked breast. Candied, bright-red firelight tints
and steams to song random thoughts
of love, sympathetic limbs twined
thighs to luscious thighs
hooked fevers, sullen pincers, barbed
tongues to sex
tongues to eye
tongues to brain.
Beyond the furthest sun.
___
Her skin like the green skin of an apple
And her slender feet and ankles are like
the small nests of sparrows
While beneath the blazing bright blue
Of a sleepy afternoon
Gold, precious metals flecked on her face
Two slender, hazel flutes for her arms
And hips are lush waterfalls
Laced in palm tree leaves
Diagonal and hot, moist with rain
Her sloping belly oscillates and ripples
With kisses given, names written into it.
Her curving belly of white moonlight
pools beneath the two large, blinking
eyes of a fawn, chestnut brown and
dripping sugar crystals for tears.
Her two sweet cup-fulls of wheat
for breasts, proudly cooled and
caressed by the wind.
STANLEY GEMMELL
‘05 AUGUST MIAMI, FLORIDA, USA
Model: Farrah ElizabethPhoto: PikPhoto
How can I look upon your face and not
not and face your upon look I can How
When I view the image of the shining sun
sun shining the of image the view I when
Or at this great divide I saw the sign
lit in a firey halo The angel who always
Sang sumptuous and ease Broke upon
Dashed rocks and ampersands Looking for
This great divide lit in a firey halo Who sang
sumptuous
So silver
So simple
To be so elegant
Why I often
Gaze at clear pools
And feel throbbing smile
Beneath the surface
Of your words
At this
STANLEY GEMMELL
4/15/12
Image: Energetic Angel 2010 by Rachel Christiansen
[video]
Victoria Regia
(Especie de nenúfar perte-
neciente al grupo Ninfeáceas.)
Sobre el agua, los dedos no podrían
separar sus cien pétalos.
Podéis mirarla blanca, su corazón espeso
repartido en mil túnicas
y los círculos verdes, escanciando
la linfa con el aire.
Oh Gran Diosa del lago,
lujuriante milagro el de su pulpa
de luna sosegada,
sobre su luz compacta se complace
y el color de la rosa, en su carne cerrada
se condensa. Oh, qué labios azules
morderían su cuerpo perfumando,
uno a uno el azúcar rosado de sus miembros,
sus rebanadas prietas, encendidas de malva.
Oh, qué tiempo perdido
de entreabrir su corola,
su rojo corazón
como un fruto de mar
regresado del fondo,
sangre ahogada y brillante, comestible,
triunfadora granada del amor.
______
Juana Castro, 1986
from "Narcisia"
Victoria Regia
(Species of water lily belonging
to the group Nymphaeaceae.)
On the water, the fingers could not
separate her hundred petals.
You could see her white, her thick heart
divided into a thousand tunics
and the green circles, pouring
the lymph and the air.
Oh Great Goddess of the lake,
the luxuriant miracle of your
tranquil moon pulp
is satisfied upon your compact light
and the color of the rose is condensed
into your shut flesh. Oh what blue lips
would bite your perfumed body,
the pink sugar of your members, one by one,
your black slices, lit up in mauve.
Oh, what time lost
in half-opening your corolla,
your red heart
like a fruit from sea
returned to the bottom,
drowned and brilliant blood, edible,
triumphant pomegranate of love.
_____
Translation
Stanley Gemmell
May 19, 2005
Model: Carolina Rosini
Photography: Marco Pandullo
Girl Fragment In Blonde No.2 Rarest ruby raw Interlit with angles Gentlest slope All-Sugared Formation changed at each word Where you mirror beautiful sound Or ocean depths of eyes Why you will flare the grain Wheat stalk in sun Compare to wave Equal measure of necessity With what was said With word or sound Were only couplings toned in gold Unless inlaid hope restores vertiginous feeling Undulates meaning in waves toned in gold upon your arms Stormwood eyes Lashed with lightnings Whitestar light Unleashed upon the face Curve of mouth set toward lilting Touching soul-canvass Worn with fire Were words or sounds ever meaningless apart from your understanding? Desperate poet-tooth tears to wave Ocean depths seeking mystery of grace to further celebrate mystery All else beside you Cold and distant harbor for wandering, errant planet For nightfall the moonphase Ocean pulls to ocean Blood to seek blood with beautiful hands _____ _____ STANLEY GEMMELL MARCH 2012 PROVIDENCE, USAModel:Tancy Hanna
wavelength in particle form
tired osiris spiral
breaking
I cannot stop thinking of the sea
in you
all your thoughts
all the miles
the voice and the wind
the music
when will the purple separate
from the fathoming?
how can I prevent
dislocation?
PITTED POEM
stanley gemmell
Model: Amber