Summer/Fall 1999 • Vol. XXI No. 3/4 PoetryJuly 1, 1999 |

At St. Sulpice

Because the mind is forever building its model airplane: locust hum of colored Bakelite, blue lobelia in a hairy root-ball, plastic bags snapping open, and unkind comments up from Florida, or pearl-ribbed radicchio, purple birthmarks lolling in their bin. For instance, Delacroix's angel at St. Sulpice is titian-haired like Nancy Drew, fearless girl detective, which reminds you of The (solved) Mystery In the Golden Pavilion and wings, of course, wings, the angel's mashed full nelson in the foreground under Jacob's painted weight in a church left suspiciously unvisited by tourists except for two, two scholars from the Hermitage resembling Cyd Charisse and Peter Lorre, plus one bald German, edelweiss and Passchendaele. Because the mind is forever building its model airplane you have traveled off to Paris, saved up the fare and expectations, have slept wonderfully uncomfortable on strangely shaped pillows except despite what you paid, everythi

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