Fall 1992 • Vol. XIV No. 4 PoetryOctober 1, 1992 |

Beautiful Theory (At the Getty)

1 Speaking to liars the washerwoman at the river said, "I see red. I see red. I see red," death sentences & here in the hurt world whose denials root in the soil of dying, the True rushed back to me out of exile. Blood in its lifetime of lending is the first & last interpreter. Death's the end of lending. We will die: True. That's the truth. Even so, to leap— like a new hermeneutic doing stale tricks— from praising Truth to naming Beauty looks old, idle, irresponsible, and unpopular. 2 Last week in Santa Monica I almost got a grip on it. If I'd been credentialed & dressed right an attentive Getty curator might have let me hold  for a minute  round in the round of my palm out of its lit niche the rock crystal figure whose attributes are love—Aphrodite Artemis Is -is rising from trans parent seas, her antecedents undefined primitives doubtful of access  yet she always is always the one  in whose hand we are already held, love. 3 It's

Already have an account? Login

Join KR for even more to read.

Register for a free account to read five free pieces a month from our current issue and digital archive.
Register for Free and Read This Piece



Or become a subscriber today and get complete, immediate access to our digital archives at every subscription level.

Read More

All Wet

By Marie Ponsot

1 Speaking to liars the washerwoman at the river said, "I see red. I see red. I see red," death sentences & here in the hurt world whose denials root […]

Subscribe

Your free registration with Kenyon review incudes access to exclusive content, early access to program registration, and more.

Donate

With your support, we’ll continue 
to cultivate talent and publish extraordinary literature from diverse voices around the world.