
Cathedrals
I would not like to live in a world without cathedrals.*
As if cathedrals and museums were the same memorials of what is lost what remains propaganda of theology in crisis atheism just one letter off where the scarlet letter A means preservation Odesa Kherson Zaporizhia Kyiv sentinels of faith and history standing in imperious silence the shades of saints filtering light their voices preserved in the cool stillness of prayers mortaring each moment. * From Amadeu de Prado's graduation speech in Night Train to Lisbon by Pascal Mercier, tr. Barbara Harshav.
Unmutability
WS Merwin (1927-2019)
I have known through these years the place of parting and of returning* i The voice of one drunk man singing from an offcast furnace translating glee to note and back to glee again looking – Janus-masked – in both directions fortune and sparsity tumble-bumble inverse ii With rain in the treetops insects surf labile leafscapes their blood's tune and glitter the drum of being unfelt by shoed feet and plastic wings untuned to abiding human desperation embracing fond woe, as Shelley said eating themselves to death. iii Preserving recreating the world the poet carrier of a thousand transparent ladders to bridge between the thrush and its song parting and its returning dusk and its light even when a thrush is not a thrush nor a song a song nor perfection a human perception because for people no longer able to symbolize their world to see a moon before morning to see a palm forest for its trees the poets' shrill is just a cricket's crunch as broken by the wings of moths. *W.S. Merwin, “One Day Moth”
Stan Galloway writes from the hills of West Virginia. He has taught college-level writing and literature for more than 40 years. In 2020 he served a residency at Gullkistan Creative Arts Center in Iceland. His poetry is available online and in print, especially his book Just Married (Unbound Content, 2013). He founded Pier-Glass Poetry in 2021. https://pierglasspoetry.wixsite.com/pierglasspoetry/