Poet's Corner: from The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith by Gwendolyn Brooks

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from The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith by Gwendolyn Brooks

Inamoratas, with an approbation,
Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.

He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a cat
Tawny, reluctant, royal. He is fat
And fine this morning. Definite. Reimbursed.

He waits a moment, he designs his reign,
That no performance may be plain or vain.
Then rises in a clear delirium.

He sheds, with his pajamas, shabby days.
And his desertedness, his intricate fear, the
Postponed resentments and the prim precautions.

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Let us proceed. Let us inspect, together
With his meticulous and serious love,
The innards of this closet. Which is a vault
Whose glory is not diamonds, not pearls,
Not silver plate with just enough dull shine.
But wonder-suits in yellow and in wine,
Sarcastic green and zebra-striped cobalt.
With shoulder padding that is wide
And cocky and determined as his pride;
Ballooning pants that taper off to ends
Scheduled to choke precisely.
Here are hats
Like bright umbrellas; and hysterical ties
Like narrow banners for some gathering war.

People are so in need, in need of help.
People want so much that they do not know.

Below the tinkling trade of little coins
The gold impulse not possible to show
Or spend. Promise piled over and betrayed.

These kneaded limbs receive the kiss of silk.
Then they receive the brave and beautiful
Embrace of some of that equivocal wool.
He looks into his mirror, loves himself—
The neat curve here; the angularity
That is appropriate at just its place;
The technique of a variegated grace.

Here is all his sculpture and his art
And all his architectural design.
Perhaps you would prefer to this a fine
Value of marble, complicated stone.
Would have him think with horror of baroque,
Rococo. You forget and you forget.

My poem: Dark firmament: gen

Title: Dark firmament
Rating: gen
Length: 76
Poetic form: Rondeau
Inspired by: This set of photos of stars/aurora borealis

dark firmament, starry and bruised,
spilled ink above, with hues suffused,
purples and blues, reflected light
in water still, galaxy night
silhouetted leaves, canvas abused

night sea becomes celestial fused
as glowing orb sinks, is recused
from sight, leaves behind in its flight,
dark firmament

rocks, trees, under sky-seas infused,
highway, too, runs beneath perfused
dome, unfurling with all its might
its ribbon tongues, yellow and white
as if to kiss the much amused
dark firmament