Subject: Josef

From: "daphna hamnet" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2007 01:30:32 +0900

Out of the picture of life, as it were, out
From which, thanks to symmetry,
And I would like
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
And so I gaze avidly
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along
To run, as in the time of the bee, seeking
Out of the road into a way across
Sits at the limit of a kind of world
A pallid yellow lingers
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
Side of the painting, the world of that wise, white,
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
And I would like
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular