SCRIPTURE
I'll tell you what is meant
on condition that it be
understood, what is lent on condition
that it be returned. Chartreuse,
first ruse of spring, liqueur
of the Carthusian monks at Grenoble,
is pale green, yellow as eggs
inside fresh hens in the markets
of Firenze each spring, pale
as the grappa from Piemonte
whose label, handwritten in red
and black ink on torn
paper reads Dear Maria,
I have to talk to you.
Le Corbusier's statue of Mary
in the chapel at Ronchamp
swivels to bless pilgrims inside
and out, but the effigy Ruskin found
on the tomb he climbed
in Santi Giovanni e Paolo
turned out to be only half
a Venetian doge: one hand, one
cheek, one side of the forehead
wrinkled, carved to be seen only
from below like the face
of the moon we can see
or the cameo, raised relief
of love. What is lent:
the curved throat
of the road, the deer
thrown back like the s
in swan: squirrel
flat on the asphalt, carnival
mask, its own black map
of what it means.
--Angie Estes
Copyright c 2002 by Oberlin College. May not be
reproduced without permission.
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