(April 29, 1947 / 1947)

Poetics

Beauty, I've seen you
pressed hard against the windowpane.
But the ugliness was unsolved
in the heart & mouth.
I've seen the quick-draw artist
crouch among the chrysanthemums.
Do I need to say more?

Everything isn't ha-ha
in this valley. The striptease
on stage at the Blue Movie
is your sweet little Sara Lee.
An argument of eyes
cut through the metaphor,
& I hear someone crying
among crystal trees & confetti.

The sack of bones in the magnolia,
What's more true than that?
Before you can see
her long pretty legs,
look into her unlit eyes.
A song of B-flat breath
staggers on death row. Real
men, voices that limp
behind the one-way glass wall.
I've seen the legless beggar
chopped down to his four wheels.

by Yusef Komunyakaa

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