"Amaryllis" by Glenn Mott

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend June 8, 2017   Amaryllis   Glenn Mott

For myself I like a pile of sorrow Thought on a promontory   Tended in nightshade Monastic and gilt On cloistered walls   Tapestries aged over Belladonna ardor  In misericords   Of cantinas Where scholar-faced Liars drink.   Moonlit night- Fall pied jonquil Or narcissus   Begs luminance Of plastic lilies In potter's field.   At least there Is something A little to oppose   Impose suppose We love them back Whose mad blossoms   Contradict The colossal self Of containment.   Who hold these Words to atonement At this altar   Married here A fatal deftness For the faint sublime.            Copyright © 2017 Glenn Mott. Used with permission of the author. About This Poem   "Desert nightfall in a border town, an evening of estranged emotions at the edge of articulation, harder to name than pliant happiness. Something in the form of an epitaph for lapsed solemnity. A mendicant's bouquet." –Glenn Mott   Glenn Mott is author of Analects on a Chinese Screen (Chax Press, 2007). He lives in New York City. Poetry by Mott   Analects on a Chinese Screen (Chax Press, 2007) "Quandary" by Louise Mathias "Achingly Beautiful How the Sky Blooms Umber at the End of the Day, Through the Canopy" by Gabrielle Calvocoressi "Mud Season" by Tess Taylor Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. If you enjoy Poem-a-Day, please consider making a donation to help make it possible. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038