Two Poems by Rowan Ricardo Phillips
THE LUNATIC, THE LOVER, AND THE POET
And, after the explosion, made spheres sing,A pure expression of pure poetry,Like rising rain or a nation with noFlag—. Something that whispers as the airDoes just before the lightning comes. A pureExpression of the breaks in the blank lakesOn Neptune’s moons.Of pure poetry. A pure expressionOf ruined poetry. Either will do.A pure expression of pure poetryIn the podcasts of the pine trees will do.We will say we do not want it becauseWe will say we do not want it because.A pure expression of pure poetryThat boiled in the blur of the first atom.
