Friday, June 6, 2008

There Never Was a Bird


There Never Was a Bird

There never was a bird—in that cage.
Whitewashed for company who never visit.
Never muss the unsoiled perch.
Never give a feather to the edge of the snipped wire.
Never enjoy the hole and its ocean view.

It is what it can be. It is an object
With a title. It is a prince among princes.
It is a cenotaph for soaring souls that fear delight.
It is a third image of the blue peninsula.
It is ekphrasis redux. It is connected to this by this.
It is for this that I am.

Her words were heavenly enough to name that cage.

If I could—I would pin together the feathery paper scraps
Left behind—to build the poem named Object, Untitled.





















© R. Jeffrey Roberts

































Ekphrasis poem for Joseph Cornell's ekphrasis poetic theater for Emily Dickinson






















Image: Construction, "Toward the Blue Peninsula (for Emily Dickinson)" by Joseph Cornell, 1952



2 comments:

d i a n a m u s e said...

Thank you, Jeff, for gracing my place with your beautiful words.

I have more Cornell splendor coming up. I hope you'll return.

WorkingWords100 said...

Thanks for visiting my blog and adding your contributions for inspiration by Cornell's works.

Isabel