Gene Derwood (1909-1954)Poète et peintre américain.
After reading St. John the Divine
Moon's glow be seven fold multiplied, turned red,
Burned fierce by the coronal limbs at last
Out-leaping insulating space, a-blast
The searing heat sheeting round earth ahead
Of the scorched geoid's course; and I a-bed
Watching that increased flame and holding fast
To pulse and pillow. Worse! No shadow cast
By chair or cat. All people waking dead...
Earth lurches spacial waste; my room is hot ;
That moon waxes her monstrous, brimstone disk ;
Thick fear stretches before the febrile light ;
Green fires pierce at my clenching eye's blind spot...
My buried soul, rising to face the risk,
With one pure deed restores the natural night.Gene Derwood
Références :
- Gene Derwood : https://pennyspoetry.fandom.com/wiki/Gene_Derwood
- Poetry Foundation - Gene Derwood : https://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2014/04/this-is-gene-derwood-speaking
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