Louise Landes Levi


the Rainmaker
for
Ira Cohen

As
though the
Rainmakers gathered in
your speech, as thought the seeds unfolded
in your breath,

Or
was it all Reflection &
there we lost the meaning & the content
of the Symbolic Mirror. In your plenitude appeared
my empty state, for your pleasure I played again
my harp of passion & rejoiced,

At dawn the tailor's threads translucent, at dusk
his cloak is sewn, for when we speak of Allegory
we do not mean the Absence
of the Stranger.
________

The substance was imminent
& Immanence fled appearance to inundate
your form
&
When they murdered him
He disappeared entirely, that Lover
of the Master of Tabriz.




The above poem by Louise Landes Levi is forthcoming as a broadside from Cold Turkey Press. The photo of Ira Cohen is by Gerard Bellaert.
 
 
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