The Fall Cries to Autumn Fields and Quaint Sidesroads

[dukealien]

The Fall Cries to Autumn Fields and Quaint Sideroads 


The Patterns rest hard 
and Attachment works easy,
when the Net of Living 
becomes a Web, Reality
Itself feasts even
on Imagination that flies.

A Parrot in the Heart
recites Compassion with-
out singing nor writing
nor walking the smooth,
unpaved paths, as though
every freeing space between
a fiber were a rapèd Love.

Light slants and opens the Giddy
brain to a selfsame Land baptized
with Splendor, though those who dance
alone grow fat on toxins though
they follow the Law to the Letter:
In the tailored Abyss of the Matrix.

After two reads in passing, knew this would require a more studied response.

The first stanza is masterful:  trees as persistent armatures to transitory leaves, those armatures as webs, those webs as networks, containing ideas (back to leaves and spirits).  Bravo!

In S2, the Parrot is Adam Smith's man-in-the-breast which echoes and (re)constructs the feelings of others - when healthy, compassion.  And this sym-pathy takes us violently unaware (because, if meant or aforethought, insincere).

In S3, further consideration of the Gap (or Abyss).  The double "though" put me off a bit:  the second is irreplaceable; the first resists "while," "yet," and "but."  "While" is closest but doesn't contain the idea of contradiction, only simultaneity.

Quite marvelous.