Jun 24, 2010

Sausage poem


Here's a fun poem from the poet and translator Marilyn McCabe who was here this retreat from the US.

Marilyn was here working on a series of poems about Marie Curie, and starting a translation of some of Rilke's French poems.


Casing Beauty

The sausage self
is a marbled mold
of fancied fat and
mythic gristle in a
stretch of flesh
which in startled glance
of a sudden eye
might be rendered
incandescent.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Great poem. Should this be center justified?