Monday, April 4, 2011
2 Ediths: TO EDITH WILSON and EDITH
TO EDITH WILSON and EDITH
I was one or so, I guess, maybe two
For there is a photograph of the two
of us as a portrait. Not one but two
Ediths, she and I and stilled-wheels. Two
dimensions doubled twice. A being two-
selfed, as I said in line 1; and of two-
aspects in one poem as I would need two-
in-one to travel. As one we went, two
wings for Evon’s flight. Number 1 and 2.
Iambic Edith Iambic for two
To make it together, one needs but two
Parts. Traveling by day and night, two
Halves of Oranges, of Moons. No doubt two
Solar Systems at points joine one and two.
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.