Thursday, October 7, 2021

Broadway Boogie-Woogie (Piet Mondrian), Sonnet #583


The music in physical abstraction

Is in the eye that tries but can’t see straight,

A synesthesia, thought and action

Blurring all that is too far and too late.

Cross your eyes and a leaf disappears

Into a something, yes, but a nothing

Too, which will quietly begin to sing

Incomprehensibly to your pinched ears.

The New York City streets seen from a cloud,

All movement among sliding monuments,

Are like sheet music notes without accents,

Cacophonous, unrelievedly loud.

The autumn leaves run after taxi cabs

The old painter creates with little dabs.

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