Friday, July 4, 2014

an erasure poem I’ve created for THE FOUND POETRY REVIEWfrom chapter 9 of The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde


Still


you, the visible incarnation 
an exquisite dream 
away, you were still present 

You would not have understood it 
I hardly understood it myself 

the Realism 
is always more abstract 

The colour
The peril 

this strange confession
strange idolatry

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