Turn your face that way where the light no more transfigures you

Here’s a poem that asks to be read again and again by Phillip B. Williams (1986-), from his captivating and masterful debut collection, Thief in the Interior

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“Of Contour, Of Cadence”

Resist, don’t: the difference between what one thinks
the magnolias say—branches applauding
some animal act below—and what
they actually say…nothing

                                    between us can
we prepare for, only postpone. I’ve learned
to plead and to please, another difference.

~

Turn your face that way where the light no more
transfigures you than darkness makes a need for
transfiguration. Yes, the scar above your eye.

Blood had dropped from the wound, a curtain.

But I believe we are, inside, all blue, you said.
Listen, neither we nor blue make sky.
The earth spins and we, utterly, are spun.

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