Three Anagrams from Keats
I.
Harmonicas’ echoes arc roofward, disperse,
Mimic ego’s luster obscurely dusting itself, ebb, swirl.
Ask. Respond. Embrace.
Sharp white egrets emigrate townward,
Burnished ungraceful tramps,
Trembling hearts of sensation engaging.
Until nothing happens everything appears really dull.
Ask. Respond. Embrace.
Sing: “What Error Excludes the Echoing Roof?”
II.
Burning under revolving noonday in noonday’s glare,
Taking hold, reaching out under glittering haze,
Taking hold everywhere;
Isolated Nicene missions, old Santiago, terraces,
Vistas, everything idyllic, lovely.
Oh, friends,
Here European analysts visit everyone’s noonday,
Taking hold everywhere,
Straight on, upward, linear,
Oh, friends.
A downy owlet now ascends, inching skyward.
Love is king, everyone.
Ah!
Serious tender angels recline,
Brooding, edgy, arching cautiously over noonday streets;
Foraging ragamuffins or mignonettes
Take hold everywhere,
Angling brightly over dilapidated embassies,
Windowless haciendas’ eaves, recoiling, emerging.
Take hold, everyone.
Everything tumbles, everything rewinds, noonday and love;
All roads exist.
III.
Yes, exquisite.
Maybe, as yesterday’s
Light, overly violet? Exquise
Instead, no?
Some painfully interior tinderbox exteriors
Operatically falter,
Becoming everyone’s amorous visitors, everyone’s railroaders,
Hemorrhaging a terrifying sap.
Harmonicas’ echoes arc roofward, disperse,
Mimic ego’s luster obscurely dusting itself, ebb, swirl.
Ask. Respond. Embrace.
Sharp white egrets emigrate townward,
Burnished ungraceful tramps,
Trembling hearts of sensation engaging.
Until nothing happens everything appears really dull.
Ask. Respond. Embrace.
Sing: “What Error Excludes the Echoing Roof?”
II.
Burning under revolving noonday in noonday’s glare,
Taking hold, reaching out under glittering haze,
Taking hold everywhere;
Isolated Nicene missions, old Santiago, terraces,
Vistas, everything idyllic, lovely.
Oh, friends,
Here European analysts visit everyone’s noonday,
Taking hold everywhere,
Straight on, upward, linear,
Oh, friends.
A downy owlet now ascends, inching skyward.
Love is king, everyone.
Ah!
Serious tender angels recline,
Brooding, edgy, arching cautiously over noonday streets;
Foraging ragamuffins or mignonettes
Take hold everywhere,
Angling brightly over dilapidated embassies,
Windowless haciendas’ eaves, recoiling, emerging.
Take hold, everyone.
Everything tumbles, everything rewinds, noonday and love;
All roads exist.
III.
Yes, exquisite.
Maybe, as yesterday’s
Light, overly violet? Exquise
Instead, no?
Some painfully interior tinderbox exteriors
Operatically falter,
Becoming everyone’s amorous visitors, everyone’s railroaders,
Hemorrhaging a terrifying sap.