Thursday, September 13, 2007

What I Did on my Summer Vacation

Synecdoche: a forme of metaphorr as when the parte betokeneth the whole.

Pilgrim in Brooklyn

High color, parted lips; bunched shoulders
Under my hands, unwilling to rest: too full
Of eager life, and desire for God
And the love of dear friends --
She burns like a shrine candle whose wick
Suddenly lifts, and the flare
Sends glittering sparks from every bowl,
From every sacred gold and silver surface;
Every curve and point throbbing with fire, every face
Reflecting the brilliance of love.

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