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Sunday, November 03, 2013

GLASS PALACE: Mark Weiss poems

Mark Weiss has a string of 17 wonderful little poems called Glass Palace on display at jacket2. Take a look and enjoy.

At the end, instead of a poetics statement, he says: Put two things next to each other and a third thing happens. Sometimes a series of short poems create their own world, but fragmented, like reflections on shards of glass. (M.W.)

Mark Weiss
Tastes like rabbit, the fox thinks,
slinking from the hen-house.

There's many a slip
twixt the clop and the clip.

We call it luck
to die by increments.


Dressed for the bridal bed
her shawl became the sky, her gown
the sea.

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