Beside the Black River

A gold light,
a diffusion of sunlight,
from everywhere
and from nowhere at once;
now, beside the black river,
the sorrow is all there is to prolong

The world shall pass from the earth;
good will bloom, strong and clean;
and all that suffered through having existed
shall be forgotten

Christina Murphy, 2015

Remixed Work:
There is a Gold Light in Certain Old Paintings, by Donald Justice

Gertrude and Emily Dwell in Possibility

I dwell in Possibility
More numerous of Windows;
A single image is not splendor
To shine, why not shine, to shine

Of Chambers as the Cedars
Impregnable of Eye—
The difference is spreading
A place in no new table

And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky—
An arrangement in a system to pointing
All this and not ordinary, not unordered in not resembling.

Of Visitors—the fairest—
For Occupation—This—
The question does not come before there is a quotation
Certainly glittering is handsome and convincing

The spreading wide of narrow Hands
To gather Paradise—
In the evening there is feeling
All this makes a harmony, it even makes a succession

Christina Murphy, 2014

Remixed works:
Dwell in Possibility, by Emily Dickinson
Tender Buttons, by Gertrude Stein