Souls of September: A Pastiche

purple patchworkThere is a deeper life
than the life
we see and hear
with the open ear
and the open eye

and this is the life important
and the life everlasting. (1)

Now is the time
in spite of the “wrong note”
I love you. My heart is
innocent.
And this the first
(and last) day of the world (2)

And on this moral sea
of grass or dreams lie flowers
or baskets of desires (3)

The woman in the picture…
was only a ghost in a frame,
and a sad,
pretty story from old times. (4)

Words are the only things that last forever;
they are more durable than the eternal hills (5)

I watch the white stars darken;
the day comes and the
white stars dim
and lessen
and the lights fade in the city. (6)

Image from Google

Note: Over the years, I have learned that a few of our great writers possess an anniversary of their birth and/or death during the month of September. This pastiche, or patchwork, poem included pieces from:

(1) Seán O’Casey
(2) William Carlos Williams, The Orchestra
(3) William Carlos Williams, On Gay Wallpaper
(4) Katherine Anne PorterThe Collected Stories of Katherine Anne Porter
(5) William Hazlitt
(6) Hilda “H.D.” Doolittle