Beauty

This quality permits no indifference.

Beauty demands its due.

A paragraph from Chekhov,

Simple and right.


I show and control,

A lover of witchcraft,

An actor.

My mortal folly

Contains its own remedy,

Anti-venom

To the viper’s bite.


Dante sits writing a letter

To Can Grande della Scala,

Explaining the levels of allegory

In his Commedia.

Above his head, in the night sky,

The Pleiades spark into sight.


The last movement

Of Beethoven’s Eroica-

Silences.

Stillnesses.

It moves

Yet does not move.

To lose all,

That is the game.