H
e a r t S o n s & H e a r t
D a u g h t e r s
of A l l e n G i n s b e r g
N
a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 :
A r c h i v e s E d i
t i o n
DAVID COPE
The Rhododendron
for Suzy––“let’s be famous
lovers”
sunlight
thru an open door,
crimson
blooms swelling to burst:
who can say
what
love is? you take a friend
in hand &
roar down blind road after blind road
wandering thru
private rooms
in
each other’s hearts, sailing thru whole histories
of pain &
rage to find
a quiet morning,
dew on the laurel leaves. love is
not
in
the eyes, in the heart, in the entryways
& hotspots
of flesh, in heavy breathing––love cannot be
contained in
soft arias
whispered
at dawn––it is neither two together
nor
apart: the eye
is in the hand,
the heart in the eye,
the
song exhaled & inhaled
&
suddenly your dreams fill rooms where others
pace & sing
softly of wht you were––
O
love,
steady rain on
the city of the dead,
teardrop
on a granite peak, clear day,
angel
ghosts circling
the
flowering black oak in every long-gone summer
night full of
thunder,
sunlight
thru an open door,
crimson
blooms swelling to burst.
[Originally
published in NHS 1996, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs96/index.html#7.]