J. T. Barbarese

Mar 27, 2024 | commonwealmagazine.org | J. T. Barbarese |Arvin Alaigh |Xavier M. Montecel |Dorothy Fortenberry

PHOTONS AND HOUSE DUST—La chair est triste, hélas! MallarméDawn. Strange house, a futon. A finger of sunlit duststruck the book you fell asleep onand La chair est triste, hélas!Five words, fingered by sunlight, you, still half asleep,then six more, indexed in smoking gold. You read on: et j’ai lu tous les livres.