Testifying to Beauty

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Testifying to Beauty

Testifying to Beauty
Her poem
Revenge of the Stuttering Child
The Sign of the Bite
The Red Catalogue of the Word Sunset
Wheat
Ice Cream

I speak today in memory of the words which once stuck in my mouth
in memory of the toothy gears which crushed syllables
under my tongue and smelled the gunpowder
in the gap between the gullet and the arid lips.
My dream then was to smuggle the words packed like stolen goods
in the mouth’s warehouse,
to rip the cardboard boxes open and pull out the
toys of the alphabet.
The teacher would lay a hand on my shoulder and say that Moses, too,
stuttered but nonetheless made it to Mt. Sinai.
My mountain was a girl who sat
next to me in class, and I had no fire in the bush of my mouth
to ignite, before her very eyes,
the words consumed by my love of her.

AuthorRonny Someck
2018-08-21T17:23:54+00:00 March 1st, 2000|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 13|0 Comments