Since my "Kyoto, 1945" thread has been locked, let me blog about it. I'll attempt to answer some questions related to the poem, which is entirely a play of words, images, metaphors, and meanings.

I'll use the original poem:

Kyoto, 1945

Between us is obscured by the vast distance;
The cruel distortion of light cripples my excitement.
You, in the garden, a miracle of symmetry,
Are intoxicated in the last burst of spring;...

I live with a sense of given time. That gnomic phrase sits in my head . It may be a response to a rare sunny morning in February; everything has a gilded edge. I slip a blank notebook, a pen and a book called Free Logic into my bag to read on the way into Sheffield. I tell Adrienne I’m going to the “Inside the Circle of Fire” exhibition, a “Sound Map” of Sheffield. It consists of a darkened gallery where you lie on the floor immersed in the sounds of the city and the surrounding countryside. I...

     A poem by Carol Light, "The Archaic Torso of Apollo" from Heaven from Steam (Able Muse Press, 2014), featured in Verse Daily, here.

Congrats, Carol!

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And in case you missed it from last week:
     A poem by Ellen Kaufman, "The Archaic Torso of Apollo" from House Music (Able Muse Press, 2014), featured in Poetry Daily, here.

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And from a few weeks ago:
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I put Beckett’s “Dieppe” among the prayer-poems that Janice called for on the New Year’s Eve ‘Musing on Mastery’ thread. I’m pleased with how it sits small in white space amid all the other eloquent supplications:

again the last ebb
the dead shingle
the turning then the steps
towards the lighted town

I think no more of it, pleased to add a mark of brevity and stillness at the threshold of the New Year. I remember a stray word of Becketts' : “calmative”;...

I wake at three in the morning feeling alert , as if listening for something. Then I start to think of Steve Marr’s question in response to critiques of his poem The Universe Impresses “How would you express the vastness and beauty of the universe making a strong impression on you?” After turning this question over for a few restless minutes I find I’m in my study, pulling out books in which I think I can find distant stars.

Words and Days ‘A Table Book of Prose and Verse’ by Bowyer...